critbritlit

So today feels very normal so far. I really feel an improvement. I'm sitting here filing my nails and, I think, maybe the top part of my finger, and I'm keeping track of the time before my daughter's daily pick-up. My head is covered with fuzzy new hair, which people like to walk by and pet, like they'd pet the family dog. I know what today's schedule is. We're going to my daughter's horse show, in which she is going to ride and show off her moves, and then from there we'll proceed to a normal and quiet afternoon at home.