I haven't even done one of my four performances this week and I'm already exhausted. Parents divorce is finalizing, mom is looking for new apartments including one above a funeral parlor and is giddy to talk about it. I refuse to be a part of the process. I am vaguely happy that they will no longer be living together and torturing one another, but I cannot get excited about burial of my parents marriage. My best friend's 15 year old dog finally had to be put down the day after thanksgiving. I'd known this animal most of her life, babysat her when they went out of town. She was as dear to me as animals get. And on top of that, my antidepressant prescription keeps changing and I haven't had anything like neurochemical equilibrium in what feels like years. Sorry for the shitpost, but there's too much on my shoulders and soul this morning.