You betta work!

I’ve gone from one extreme to the next. Only last week was I living in a swanky NYC apartment and chasing after my dreams—well, not so much swanky and not really my dreams… Nevertheless! I was there. Now, I am secluded in the discomfort of my own parents’ home. I won’t lie to you, I haven’t stepped outside my house in over 48 hours. Not to get the mail, or walk my dog. Nope, I say my dog can fend for itself, herself. Whatever. The highlight of my day was finally sewing the gaping hole in the back of my sweatpants. Mind you, the unfortunately placed tear did not deter me from wearing those pants. No surprises there.

Needless to say, today was pretty much a success.

Dazed n confused

I woke up this morning with half my face stained red. It was upsetting to say the least. In part because of my initial surprise to find a blood colored parasitic splotch overtaking my right cheek. I thought the worst and subsequently panicked. I learned two things in the early summer hour of 9am: deep red sheets have a tendency to bleed when one drools on them and the freaking indelibility of the stain unwavers. I sit here now, hours later (hours!), still with a faint amoebic redness across half of my face. I look unfit for society.