This was taken over a week ago. I'm not going to lie, I picked an all black outfit and took a few steps back for purposes of flattery. What to say. Things are not pretty. I may look fine but really... I don't know what doesn't hurt, everything is uncomfortable, I move at a snail's pace... and it is a million degrees outside and a billion inside because we live on the 4th floor and it's nice and sunny and there is no air conditioning of course and...well, I won't tell you how I really feel.
The heat has melted my few remaining brain cells into a hot watery mess. I think nothing, I don't care about anything. The pillars of my day are sleeping, meals and naps. I am surprised daily at the presence of my other children and their supposed "needs". Why are they here? What do they want from me? Can't they see how completely occupied I am with that other thing? Why do I have to make food? Why are all the chairs so tiny? Where is dessert? Do I really need to get dressed?
Oh, look! Chocolate!