saturday the last few drops of kefir and blueberries and handful granola in a rush, 2 cold brews, 2 glasses of water, boring salad made of nothing and 1 of the tiniest scoops of chicken i’ve ever seen (so mad) 1 fried egg, 2 pieces of thea’s baking chocolate, four 0.5x1.0 inch purple potatoes, 1dried apricot, 1 glass of water, some rice with the “stew,“ one hard kombucha one vodka soda didn’t have any of the cake. 24,319 steps. i believe myself to be unskilled and mildly incompetent but no one has the heart to tell me. i can’t write in my journal right now because i will get angry with my hand for being so slow not able to keep up. maybe it is better this all goes undocumented, so i can go to sleep and have a dream about something else. i hurt myself at work and my vision went blurry and i couldn’t ihear anything again…am i a fainter now?