...And You Were Just Too Busy Being Fabulous

So the past few months have been kinda hectic. Yesterday  I considered giving up bathing, brushing my teeth, styling my hair (hair is a whole other mushroom cloud issue for me), exercising, and eating regular food in exchance for just not giving a shit anymore. Instead, I put on sweats, bought a Butterfinger and a Diet Coke at the gas station, gave myself permission to have a mini-breakdown, and got over it. Today I'm fully bathed and styled, well sorta, but my fibro is trying to creep up on me. I tried to tell it to fuck off; I really need to be productive. And I'd like to have some fun.