last night might not have been my finest hour.
maybe it was?
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.
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.