![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Then, normally, I would come home and shower, write for 3-4 hours, coach tennis or pick my son up from school, go to the library, etc. I can’t go to the gym and dance, which is my thing… Zumba and Hip Hop. One minute, I feel like crying because I have to stay home, and I can’t follow my routine. I also bought fixings to make brownies tonight and six bottles of wine. Then I came home and binged leftover pizza and potato chips totally by accident and felt bad-fat. Then, I ventured to the grocery store and bought a 4-roll pack of toilet paper, only one pack per customer, and everyone was nice at the store and eager to make conversation. Sometimes I’m fine, like today, I made my own antiseptic handwipes by pouring rubbing alcohol on baby wipes in a plastic bag. It depends on the hour, sometimes the minute. ![]()
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