Monica Bielanko
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A Bad Day

As the Prednisone leaves my system the eyeball, it is on fire. No, not fire - FIIIIYAH. Bitch hurts, is what I'm saying. Today feels particularly hopeless. Since April, people. April. With the only reprieve being when I'm all 'roided up. Seriously. This year started with a house fire and continued with this eye shit and a fifteen pound weight gain due to steroids and a whole slew of other family-related stuff I haven't told you about because, well, even I know when to draw the line. Most of the time, anyway. Oh yeah! And remember that time Serge moved out for a few weeks?

Trying to see the silver lining today but, well, I'm having trouble opening my damn eye so it's tough to see anything, especially silver linings.