DAY SIX

Morale running low. The empty inbox of doom is mocking me with its void silence.

Six hour workdays aren't enough to keep my mind off it. I haven't dreaded a three day weekend in my life, this is the first time.

Four hours of uninterrupted sleep is a miracle. I'm the type of person who needs ten-ish.
Also, nightmares that make my arm hairs raise. Waking up randomly.
My stomach is constantly roiling like I haven't eaten.

Mistress Crabby.


If I make it to Monday, I'll be okay.

I've waited three years, I can wait another week.