12pm.

Allergies attacking, me not in the mood to do anything.  Feel like the rest of these SIP people, complaining and posting shit on Facebook, about their kids and how they’re wiped down the kitchen counter 87 times, and how the kids won’t listen, and their kids their kids their KIDS…. They’re, I am, losing one’s senses. 

Distract myself with something.  Like more work, but I can barely work.  Made the calls that I needed to now what.  The allergies, keeping me busy, giving some aim, or to-do.  It’s something, but mood same.