rest
The Wife was under the weather, so i took over getting Kirby ready for school. Thankfully my parents had the time to bring him to school, so i could show up at work on time.
The current production is one of the premier negative examples in terms of organisation and lack of appreciation for the venue compensating by looking ahead. We should just let their crap pile up, thing is, as soon as that tower of shit falls, we'll get buried alongside them.
All the frustration doesn't help my ongoing bout with the guts. I'm at that stage again, where i'm considering suicide due to it causing me either, to be taken seriously in my illness and not having a clue what to do, or, to rest. Yeah, there could be people, who'd be hurt by me leaving life in such a way, yet, they're not showing any effort to keep it from happening, except saying "Don't think about it." When the cramps and exhaustion are keeping you from sleep, what else is there to consider?
Shit, i got Pokemon Z-A…
Slept on the floor with Kirby. He wanted to try "indoor camping".
He had the greatest idea to help me wash his hair: he grabbed a whisk to keep his hands and mind occupied.