Tuesday, Everything Is Terrible

Work is killing me. I have my volunteer thing this month, though, so I feel good about that. My calf is killing me, so I should be doing my PT more and wearing heels less. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I keep missing the fun things my friends are doing. Everything is terrible.

I’m wearing the Loft space-dyed dress, grey tights, tall boots and the Icebreaker blazer.

At least it’s cold, crisp and clear outside.