Goodbye, Dish It Out

I itch. And itch. And itch. And itch. Got so bad I was woken up several times last night, needing to scratch desperately. Really hoping it is just a reaction to my laundry detergent. Going to be very upset if it's a reaction to my meds. Sticking with the laundry detergent guess for now. These crazy little red bumps are driving me batty, though.

Yesterday was an "ick" kind of day. Not a suicidal mess of crappiness. But, I was in a pissy mood. Multiple reasons and the itching doesn't help in the slightest. And my dad was either "upset" or "uptight"... I'm not sure what he said specifically.

I had a trigger... two of them, actually. One real... one running on assumptions. So, the assumptions one I decided to dispose of and ignore. There could be many, many explanations, not just the one that first popped into my mind. The other trigger was as it was... no way around that one.

And on top of it, the place I have been visiting to do my plate painting is shutting down at the end of month. Poo.

Today is better, crazy co-worker aside... he's scary. But, I don't really care to talk about him. It's boring when someone's creepy. Interesting while it's happening but not worth dwelling on. I'd rather dwell on how to get myself smiling again.

Getting back on a sleep schedule and working out is at the top of my list for helping myself. And both of which I will continue today.