you know exhaustion is real when you think about moving but have been sitting and thinking about it for at least an hour
chronic fatigue prollums.
shit i wish a doctor would look me in the face and say “you have chronic fatigue” instead of saying “so you sleep 8 hours a night and you’re still tired? have you tried losing weight?”
autoimmune disorder woes, last night I went to the grocery store 1 block from my house for 20 minutes and when I got home I was too tired to make a sandwich so I just sat on the couch for an hour until my husband made a sandwich for me. hmm actually I might be a genius.
The last of the month, a time to update on my new year’s goals! My last update was January 31st.
1. Putting my laundry away: still doing this. I also rearranged some of my drawers so things fit better, and started going through my tank tops (90% of what I wear is tank tops) and tossing the raggedy ones. Maybe next I’ll get rid of all my leggings with holes in the crotch? LOL YA RITE.
the snow on Saturday // new boots (see below for details) // dressing up in my shirt // Sadie’s disguise // little monster // bundled up (this may seem like overkill but she fell over in horrible mud & slush 1000+ times) // speckled dog // a snowy walk // crocus babies // the path // Wingdust in I Ain’t No Angel (see below for details) // the faces of dinner, 1 2 3 // a patient scavenger // tiny…
I want someone to write a book where Mermaids are the women thrown off ships when the sailors got afraid because having a woman on the boat is bad luck. And as they sink to the bottom legs tied together they change slowly until they can breath, until they can use their tied up legs to swim. And they drown sailors in revenge, luring them in by singing in their husky voices still stinging from the salt water they breathed.
I would read this. I would read this multiple times. I would demand constant sequels and see the movie in 3D. I’d sleep in the t-shirt. Someone make this real.