Went to bed late. Slept poorly. Again. Bleh. Ready to even out and feel normal. Whatever normal means.
Today was a wash. No big deal. I’m starting to think I’ve got this thing under control and maybe didn’t have a problem after all.
Ding Ding Ding. That’s a warning bell right there. As soon as you start getting cocky, Blaire shows up and knocks you off your feet with a whiff of her alcohol-spiked perfume.
Boom. You’re down and have to start all over again. Only this time it’s so much harder.
Day 6 done and done.