Thanksgiving came and went. I spent the majority of it sleeping, cooking and coughing. Great time to get sick, I know. Haven’t worked on my NaNoWriMo project in days, not excited about that either.
Had a few crying moments, thinking about my dad. I know he’d want me to be happy but it’s hard, especially this time of year. I miss my family back home in NYC more and more and I wish I could go see them. All good things come to those who wait type of deal I guess.
Nothing inspirational to be said thus far. Going to medicate myself and hope for the best.