I am 11 days away from a healed toe. 

If I do the wound care properly, if it grows right, if I don’t mess it up. 

I am 9 days away from filming another cameo. 

And being on camera at this weight makes me feel like the ugliest thing in the world. And performing is generally awesome until it terrifies me. 

I am 6 days away from a family wedding in Montana. 

Everybody will ask me what I’m doing with my life, and I don’t know if they’ll like the answer. I barely know what the answer is. 

I am 2 days away from taking my final in CNA school.

Which means I’ll have to take the state test afterward. If I didn’t not pass that, I’m quite certainly fucked. 

I have skills workshop tomorrow…also for CNA school. 

I’m blogging instead of sleeping because I need to feel like I accomplished something other than doing nursing assistant nonsense all weekend. 

God damn I hate my life choices right now. But that’s mostly sleep dep. Mostly. 
Goodnight, loyal reader.