This whole week, I have felt out of sorts, not quite sure whether I’m coming or going. As is my theme, it’s been a series of “What the — oh, okay, fine.” Antibiotics are doing their job, though (oh yes, by the way, I’ve been ill) and I’m feeling much better. One stupid thing after another has happened, a pile of annoyances easy to trip over if I don’t pay attention.
I try to complain, but I stop. I have a place to go for quiet, to close my eyes, to breathe. That seems more important than ever. The truth is that I’ve handled everything that’s come my way this week, my eye makeup looks really good today (I’ve been doing a bronze and plum smoky eye this fall, if it matters, which it doesn’t, not really), and you know, fuck it, tomorrow I’m buying shoes.