It’s a three-day festival like mardi gras! Except instead of beers and beads and boobs there’s anxiety and headaches and frustration! And instead of floats there’s bouts of crippling doubt that make it hard to get out of bed or leave the house! And this metaphor has kind of gone off track, except that the time frame is still accurate! I can’t believe I’ve been like this for three days already!
WOOHOO