the best thing to do when you have the mean reds is to not think. you’d think you could sleep them off, but you can’t. i tried. the mean reds just followed me to bed infecting me with all sorts of terrible horribly work anxiety dreams. hurricane thrursday’s repercussions are worse than i thought. i already plan on not sleeping tonight, too anxious about tomorrow, the first day back since the astronomical announcement on thursday. maybe i’ll get drunk, to sleep, not to deal with work. who knows.

so i spent most of the day not thinking, you know after i was done staring out the window and crying. it’s worked marginally well, i feel a little bit better. i hope to stave off the mean reds the rest of the night by eating not junk for dinner and watching my most favorite of all comfort movies, “Beautiful Girls.” if that doesn’t work, i’m jumping into the nearest river.