another mulligan

I could continue to count the number of times I've called out, but at this rate I know it'd just make me sad. I slept super late. The only nice thing, my partner, has left for work after making sure I actually ate food. Now I'm just home alone, sad and stressed. I'm trying to relax, write a bit more of my story, but I dunno. The day is already half gone, and the dread of tomorrow creeps forward. I have some ideas, other than continuing to apply to remote jobs. I may see if I can just request a refill of my hrt next month, rather than an entire appointment, as the cost of the medication is bearable, but the visit and accompanying bloodwork makes things more difficult financially. And depending on how much I can get for my car, I may have a bit extra after purchasing something that would be more reliable in the winter. I dunno, I'd rather try and give myself some kinda hope rather than just wallow, but whatever. I'll just keep doing my best, and hopefully the best will meet me halfway.