brain fog

In a funk.... two steps backward, one step forward, spinning my wheels, going nowhere...fast.

Ok, you continue on with the analogies (or metaphors, or whatever they are)...you get the picture. This is probably a good representation

of the inside of my head (as well as most of my closets).

 

I knew things were going downhill yesterday when I woke up and realized that I really DON’T

have a date with Johnny Depp (yeah, and I have NO EXPLANATION for where THAT even came

from)...but I can tell you that that was probably the LEAST weird of my dreams and probably the

least disturbing. It’s OK, though, I’ve come to terms with that and I really had nothing to wear anyway.

 

I'm going to attempt to pick something and go do it. (key word here being "ATTEMPT")

 

Done