Grogginess mounting.
checked out The Pocket Stylist from the library…realizing I have no fashion sense.
You can’t dust for vomit.
Saw an effing tornado. Hope we make it home safe.
Exhausted. The window through which I see the world is grimy and gross.
Spilled garlic hummus on my pants this morning. I’ll never be a princess.
Ordered raw meat for my cats. Am I a vegan eating vicariously through her pets?
