I didn't think it was possible to feel this sick and still be alive.
In other news, my therapist picked a hell of a time to skip town. Time to hunt another one down, I guess. I've never really been the therapy type, but I'd have to be an idiot to turn away that kind of help in my current state.
OOC Note: Possible Triggers for Medical Stuff in the comments
Looks like I'm taking up the family trade in my dreams. My brother deputized me as a Texas ranger, but I'm not exactly sure my dream self is cut out for the wild west. He's a bit more naive than even I am.
There are moments when I absolutely loathe my job.
Doing take after take with a screaming infant ranks rather near the top. There is a reason I never had children, and most of the time when acting, one doesn't have to deal with the damn things.