Good day

I volunteered with my father for March for the Animals today.  I was worried that I wouldn’t be much of a help in my current condition but luckily they found a job perfect for me.  I was settled in a little station where people could have their picture taken with their dog for the SPCA website.  I sat in a folding chair most of the time, then popped up to take the occasional picture, all while petting adorable dogs (including a hilariously ill-proportioned corgi puppy!) on a gorgeous day.  It honestly couldn’t get much better than that! 

As fate would have it, the only pic I managed to grab on my own camera was of the tortoise that started chasing me the moment after I took it.

(Dad says it probably wasn't going after me.  I say he didn't see the red hot murderous fury in that tortoise's soulless beady eyes.)

So I’m thinking that if I can’t do a job right now, I can at least do some volunteer work and, yeah, probably I'm going to SPCA or Art with a Heart, if they're looking for help.  Also, I'm helping Cory out with his web series.

I really don't know what to do with myself right now, but I'm trying not to make things worse by stressing.

The side effects of the chocohol are lightening up a bit, thankfully, but I'm still having cravings, fatigue, and anxiety.  I'm thinking I'm probably going to go into a sugar coma sporting one eyebrow. 

I'm not sure why the xtillomania is so prevalent right now.  I think I'm largely out of the woods in terms of mood problems.  

I guess I'm having "picking up the pieces" anxiety or "what the hell do I do now?" anxiety.  

I'm considering mittens.