Squeezing the bag

Sometimes a day can take a lot out of you. I was on good form at work  ‘though, and if it wasn’t for sheer overload I would probably be enjoying myself. I certainly think recent life events have put work in perspective; it just doesn’t matter any more. 

Day 2 of radiotherapy for TSM but her cold is stinky and she went straight to bed when we got home. The Dizzle was in a better place and made pizza for himself and Mystic Em tonight.

Tomorrow will be another day 

[Listened to: Joy Division]