That’s me today.
I feel better, but not well.
I’m filled with dread about various things.
I look like a bag lady. I’m wearing a dress I don’t even like, and haven’t worn in years. I’m going to throw it away when I get home.
I haven’t washed my hair since Sunday. It looks awful. I don’t care.
My kid has summer camp in fucking Wildwood this week. It’s at a school in the middle of nowhere. I’m annoyed with my ex for suggesting this, and even more annoyed with myself for agreeing to it.
I weighed in today and texted it to Jess. It ain’t pretty.