Did I shave my legs for this?

Nope.

Sure didn't. 

Shave my legs, that is. In...😶...a while. Like, they're soft now. Why bother? 🤷

I can't stand to catch sight of them is why. I actually had a dream last night they were much hairier, and this guy looked at my legs and didn't say a word.

This is obviously a ME problem.

Couple things.

I popped something in my right shoulder that is being a temperamental bitch right now. Also, I get dizzy when I lean down in the shower. 

Neither conducive to hair removal.

Also, wait for it, LIFE IS FUCKING LIFIN' right now.

Thanksgiving? Yeah. Less than a week. We're having like a whole basketball team over. 🤯

I've made list upon list and am still stressed to the gills I'm going to royally fuck something up. 😑

There are new med appts around the corner, and I'm anxious about those. 

And writing?

Oh...I fucking WISH.

I've been rolling into bed at six to rest my tired body. It's been a real shitshow of late. My body. A shitshow.

Now.

For some good news.

There is ALWAYS good news.

Hazbin Hotel, Season 2, is on Amazon Prime, and I finished binge-watching it. 😍

ALL five gbabies will be at Thanksgiving. 💖

I did something REALLY REALLY hard for me, and my therapist told me she was proud of me for doing it. 💃💃💃

That's a wrap.