Excessive

I made it through the weekend and I most certainly didn't think I would; you know, that strange, irrational thought that you somehow won't make it through a certain period of time... yeah, it's terrible, and stupid, but it floats over you. I made it through Father's day brunch, and it was actually a lot easier than most of us thought it would be, especially me. On top of that success, I also managed to complete all of my school goals, ahead of schedule even, which gave me a few hours of relaxation this evening, which was much needed.

I don't even know where to begin, or what to write today.

Nothing bad happened at work today, which goes against what I was feeling yesterday. I figured something would happen to make it not enjoyable, but for most of the day it was just myself and Jon working away in the kitchen, doing what we do, without anyone bothering us or getting in our way.

I wish Michelle was here. I wish I was at home and Michelle was there. I want to be taken care of. I had the worst night ever and I mean ever. It was hell.. pure and simple. This is the worst day ever and I don't want to spend it alone.