Depression bath in full-force. Haven’t even been in for 30 minutes and I’m already over it. What a waste of the remaining bubbles.
Left the house for coffee this morning but then simply could not get out to run errands, so instead I spent an ungodly amount for a Target delivery. At this moment it was worth every penny. Pringle’s, toilet paper, and epson salt to my door? Yes, please.
As soon as the depression really crept in I realized I needed candy, so I threw on my sweatpants and headed to CVS. Got my Lexapro, a Diet Dr Pepper, and a variety of candy. Sadly, none are working this afternoon. So I’m draining the tub and going to snuggle up in bed for starting the new season of Mrs Maisel. See ya and good luck out there with the Sunday Scaries. ✌️
Tub Tracker stats:
- 29 mins and ending
- Angsty playlist and a few Tinder swipes
- Fully sober and annoyed
the bad hag 