I sooo didn't want to go to class last night after talking with the doc. The bathroom sink was plugged up just before it was time to leave. I snaked it out and was done in time to go. I went, but wasn't very focused, so didn't do very well. While I wanted to just go through the motions of the class, we practiced embu, which are choreographed sequences of movements for demonstration purposes. We haven't done that before. We have a small class, but I didn't feel like being on display when I wanted to crawl in a hole.

There was a blood drive at work last month. I didn't go. They ask a bunch of questions to filter donors, most are STI related, and none of which have to do with my issues, but I still didn't feel I should.

I'm feeling more defective and broken.