last night might not have been my finest hour.
maybe it was?
i dunno.
i’m not perfect and when something gets me tight,
i’m not immune to not going tf off.
in the morning,
i had to check a family member who offended me…

it was actually an assignment i had from therapy tbh.
not the checking part,
but addressing the issue with the said family member.
yesterday morning was the perfect time for the discussion.

i went out to do errands and got my hair scalped after.
i haven’t had a cut in about 3 months so i was on woof stats.
i was nervous about catching the covids,
but i gave it all to God on my journey in these forests.

came home,
getting ready to write,
and i started feeling kinda stuffy.
as this is happening,
the foxhole is not letting me update that entry with “the maynors”.
i had to re-write it about 3 times.
i call my hosting company and because i changed my number,
i had to go through this process to authorize who i was.

It was a 9 step process and in the end,
it will take 3 days.

so i flipped the entire fuck out.

i can’t get help on the foxhole until this is fixed,
i’ve got a headache and coldish symptoms,
the operator on the call is NOT helping,
and there is a rooster going off every two seconds in the call’s background.
again: it wasn’t my finest hour.
after it went down,
i felt bad but i’m human.
shit might not go your way and you may have to go tf off #respectfully.
it is what it is.