I’m having a day, Blogland. Lots of feelings I seem to have no control over. Which only compounds the whole “I feel out of control” anxiety I’ve been rocking these last two weeks.
Losing a job is hard. Losing a job you love is… harder.
I’m not sure that there are enough episodes of The Great British Bake Off to fix this. For once, there might not even be enough tacos to fix this. Which leaves two methods I haven’t tried: ice cream and booze.
I don’t know what I came here to accomplish, other than to write out some feelings and hopefully rally for the rest of this work day.
I don’t think it worked.