sunday, this is so fucking unfair.

you at least have to give me a few hours.

the sinking dread feeling isn’t supposed to kick in till the afternoon.

and here it is, right when i wake up. fuck.

fuck sleeping in.
fuck missing important texts.
fuck working on a sunday.
fuck laundry.
fuck anxiety.

i just need to take a deep breath. eat a sandwich or something.

i just want to not show up to work tomorrow, get on a flight to iceland, and stay there until i run out of money, which, thanks to my personal financial situation wouldn’t take me very long. fortunately, iceland is also in a bad financial sitaution. so it makes more sense to go now than ever!

ugh.