We’re going to Monterey for the weekend and for my birthday (they are the same thing) with brothers little and middle and me and mom. Dad’s not invited because he’s a nasty person.
I’m fidgety right now which isn’t good. But I’ll be okay in the car because it’s just being in the car. I hope. I hope I’m not too fidgety in the car. That’d be a nightmare.
I’ll bring the hydroxyzine with me into the car in case I need to knock myself out.
I hate life like this. Restless edginess, not only can’t appreciate anything, but interferes with functionality. It’s so stupid. Why can’t the doctors just give me a fucking Xanax prescription already. Dipshits.