Phone appt. More scheduled. So full of win, that is.

Turn on music. More relaxed by the minute.

Email and get someone else to write the thing for the thing because the Lorn can’t see straight, exactly. My people are good people.

Stop referring to myself in the third-person.

Work on homesick-induced poem.

Remember to take magic pills, since I’ve had to get some more.

Put appts in diary.

See if I feel well enough later on to use the trays.