Man… did the tiniest amount of weed tincture last night and a _very_ moderate amount of drinking. Woke up with the crick in my back worse, and bad headache all day. Went to therapy and everything feels so empty and hollow. God everything feels so impossible. For like really no good goddamn reason. Frenchy at work pointed out that what I accomplished didn’t match my time allocation and he’s right, I’ve been dragging my feet but I didn’t know he was going to bust my balls so hard about it.