This week was so full of stuff and I was so tired through it all that it just flew by. Each day a blurry haze, like flying through space. Every once in a while I’d revisit my body and wonder how I got there.

If I kept a tally of good things to bad ones this week, I haven’t a clue which would win. It doesn’t matter. Events don’t come on a 1:1 basis, they’re all weighted differently. A simple mean comment at me in jest certainly isn’t equal to letting someone I care about down. Over and over.

Productive day, though. Picked up $92 in toiletries and such at Shoppers this afternoon. Razorblades, contact solution, eyeliner - the usual. The latter, of course, landed me the center of ridicule but I’m getting used to it.

Groceries were also stocked up on. Hadn’t done that since the 4th of July so it was about damn time. This having money given to me every two weeks is excellent. I could really get used to it.

Seems the week ended properly enough tonight. After trying so hard to help clean and tidy things around the house this evening, I broke a bowl while trying to make a lunch for work tomorrow. Apparently it was of great sentimental value and while cleaning up the shards I just wished for them to dig and cut into my hands as penance. As if somehow that would make it unbroken. Ridiculous, I know.

I dunno. Just one of those days, it seems.

try but you fail ’cause you’re bad at life