Once again I find myself wondering how much a professional ass-kicker would cost.
Because God knows I needo ne.
Did othig all day again. And now both children and my mother are here, so not sure I wil get the chance to do anything,
I keep getting interrupted.
And my body and brain are doing weird, sickly and on the verge of tears things.
Tellig myself Night Watch is not the answer. Nor is watching things. Doing things is th answer, for fucks sake.