Meet my therapists.

I’m pretty sure today went out of its way to be ALL THE AWFULNESS. Like, just an ongoing wall-to-wall shit show from my arrival at work right up until literally less than five minutes before my departure.

So the second I was out the door I wrote myself a prescription for a couple of good hefty doses of heart-shaped German gingerbread and caramel hot chocolate – both of which are known to be great listeners – and now we’re just chilling and having a nice little group therapy session, and I’m happy to report the urge to kill is slowly fading.

Let’s just hope I don’t run out of gingerbread before it’s completely gone.