Admitting defeat-ish?

PT was a lot today. I mean I did things before AND after it but the graston itself was more painful than usual. And everything got on my nerves afterwards. EVERY.THING. I mean people were driving like assholes but above and beyond when my car does it's emergency lock up thing because piece of shit person didn't use their blinker and turns suddenly THAT IS AN ASSHOLE move and sent me into panic.I do not need another car accident in my life not to mention less than a month after the stupid one. I held it in and pulled over at the store down the road. I was in pain. Exhausted. Just trying to drive home safe and that shit had to happen to me. (No there was no accident- but there COULD HAVE BEEN and that is what brought on the panic after all that I've been through since 2017 and I just needed some time to chill and get my head back in the game) I got milk and chips for another time. Then was like oh forgot to get the mail. Got to the Post Office 8 minutes after they closed the lobby- had a yellow package is too big slip in the P.O. Box well I will get it tomorrow. Had I not stopped at the store due to my panic I could have gotten my mail on time. But my new outlook on life is OH WELL I'm still alive I will see another day and I can get the mail tomorrow. Unless I don't wake up then. Welp twas nice knowing y'all. But we know me and I'm too relentless to go out like that.

So I got 168 words for NaNo today. Continuing my streak of days. Tomorrow I will catch up to the 1667 count I'm not behind less than 500ish. Just not in a quality words mood. And JFK just awoke out of the coma so I need to get this part right and not rush through it.

Peace y'all.