mood, mh (---)
Yup. I called it. Total weeping breakdown at Peg over a bunch of ambiguous social signals and other trivial things.
We're OK now. We have some relationship heuristics that need a little repair work, like how to share space in an increasingly unusable apartment. She did an amazing job of reassuring me after I blew up though.
This is just more stress from more different directions than I can handle right now.
re: mood, mh (---)
The worst part is that when I get like this, my brain loses all ability to tell one potential source of worry from another and they all blend together.
Right now my world is a formless dragon-cat-job-awoo-hospital-thing who is simultaneously exasperated because we kept getting in each other's personal space while trying to concentrate, auditing my timesheets from the last quarter for discrepancies, upset with me for poking at a delicate subject, dunning me for $120 my insurance should have covered, and yowling at the window for food.
I can't even go back to bed and try to reset. No time.
