I’m taking a mental health day today. I made it out of bed, late again, in the shower and almost dressed and for some reason I couldn’t get my shirt to tuck into my pants the way I wanted it to. Isn’t that the most fucked up thing? And I stopped, looked in the mirror and my inner voice just said ‘You don’t really want to go in there today, do you?’. I couldn’t disagree, so I called in. I have plenty of vacation and sick time to me, and I might just go in this weekend regardless ‘cos I’ll need the time for the holidays. Plus there’s a holiday weekend in October, maybe I’ll visit Hugh up in Boston. In any case, I’m going back to bed for about an hour or so.