Somehow managed to oversleep, managed to spend some time at work catching up on things, started to feel like I might vomit, came home again. P wants out, trying to recuperate enough to manage it, looking at me with sad eyes as I sadly sip ginger ale.

Intense self-loathing episode of yesterday seems to have resolved itself with sleep, I'm a peach, a lovable teddy bear as represented by hoodie pin, wouldn't hurt a fly, honest. Still wishing I was less capable of moral certainty, I know I'm putting myself on about it, can't deal with confusion preventing action, weak, despicable, etc.

So mostly resolved, pretty tired again, I guess, at least when I write 'despicable' I hear it in my head in a Daffy Duck voice.