It's times like this when writing something every day this year seems like a bad idea.
I woke up at five and spent an hour and a half talking to Andrew about all kinds of stress. He said he was glad of it and it had been a while since I'd talked much about how I was doing. But I was feeling miserable by the end of it: part of the reason I hadn't talked much lately is ( I'm sick of my problems. )
I woke up at five and spent an hour and a half talking to Andrew about all kinds of stress. He said he was glad of it and it had been a while since I'd talked much about how I was doing. But I was feeling miserable by the end of it: part of the reason I hadn't talked much lately is ( I'm sick of my problems. )