Ugh. I found out yesterday that my interim supervisor at work has thoughts about my attendance at work. Instead of coming straight to me about it, she’s sending emails like this one to random people in the agency, who have no business knowing about my health/situation:

Golden Groves is nice. I personally hate the color orange, but could see a nice pastel-y sherbet color being pretty for a sun-lit living room. What’s your natural lighting situation, op?

Can I come stay with you? It would be like a me hiding out and shirking all responsibilities kind of thing. Pretty plz?

No. Just no. Absolutely-fucking-not.

God, I’m jazzed about this show. Getting lost in rich-people problems is good shit.

Am I the only one who had to stop watching because it was too sad and the realness of life was too much?

Congrats!

I got myself a psychiatrist appointment.

I love the Rainbow Dash! Nice work!

Just wanted to thank everyone who commented on my sad-sack post last Saturday. You are amazing! Jezzies love is real love. <333

What a surprise!

Or the parents who take their light-up shoe’d children to horror movies.

Stop trying to make ‘alt-left happen’. It’s never going to happen.

I couldn’t make it past the fifth paragraph. Please put me in a coma and wake me up when there isn’t a unintelligible fuckstick in charge of the country. Fuck.

This is such a perfect idea.

In on shitty reality tv! I could do some serious Bachelor binge-watching right now...

Thank you for posting! And hugs for you. If I may ask, what were you taking? I take Lexapro but it’s just not cutting it anymore. I feel more hollow than ever before.

Woohoo! Congrats!

What kind of soup? I’ve been pretty addicted to all soup lately. If all of my food could be in liquid form, I would be thrilled.

I’ve been watching movies to keep myself out of bed. Diving into a game might be good though!