Today is my first anniversary. I didn't have cake. I don't really get that tradition, but for some reason I am kind of irrationally upset there isn't a slice of year-old, frozen wedding cake for me to eat. I think that's just my jacked up mental state talking.
I slept in until 5 pm since my hypersomnia has returned and whenever I try to fix it, it turns on its head and becomes a month's worth of insomnia. I want to say it's because my plethora of medication stopped working, but I might have forgotten to take part of it for a week. Or not. I've been in a fog. I understand that's irresponsible, but I really am not sure how to remember everything. I try to write it all down, but I lose my lists because my apartment is never clean and my dog and cats run off with them.
My husband took me out to eat, but only because I forgot to do the dishes and make supper. I still need to do that. I feel like things are falling apart in my hands again, but then, are they? Maybe I just live in a really weird, shitty way.