Things Are Bad

Things are pretty grim around here. Since August 1, I've been sleeping about 2 hours a night. In the last two days, I've had NO sleep. Even after I had a glass of wine. Anxiety. Burst a blood vessel in my left eye from stress. So busy, can't even type full sentences.

Too busy to clean house. It looks like a family of these:






has been breaking into my apartment every day while I'm at work and throwing things around just for the hell of it. How else to explain the level of laundry all over the floor. If I were a different kind of woman, I'd have a nervous breakdown right about now.