So the cowriter of Jesus Take The Wheel died in a plane crash. Guess Jesus was busy, and he did not get prior authorization.

I have now confirmed my helper cannot actually cook. Tonight's beef stew was horrendous. Seasoning to her is garlic powder and onion powder. No salt, no pepper, and she used plain water instead of the good beef broth I bought. I did what I could while she was gone. It wasn't near enough work.

I'm not doing great, and I think this may be the only place I can say that.

Got measured for a mobility scooter. New Cushing's med I think are working. Just wish the med isn't $3,500 a pill, all because I have finally been diagnosed with rare disease.

Went to the doctor today and was exposed to a whackadoodle. She let me know the world is going to be surprised when they find out Taylor Swift is really a man. I sprained my eyeballs, but didn't correct her, because correcting an eggplant is pointless.

I started pain therapy this week. It's kind of working, I think. I added to it with some flowers. I can't walk at this time.

I woke up this morning in a "What's the point?" mood. I'm easily annoyed and not centered in any way. I'm aggravated with myself and that my body and brain are betraying me. I'm fed up with people's bullshit. I want love again.

That's it. I am officially done for the day. Can't deal with anything else.