So far this week:
Fine. Then rage. When I realized I wasn't going to get any work done.
Fetal position. Then acceptance. But, only because I thought my machine was coming today. It wasn't. So - straight to fetal.
How did things come to this? I can barely function without this thing.
Thursday, March 03, 2011
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