Oh, I have sunk to a whole new level of horrible personhood. (Is sunk correct? I can’t decide). Truly, the depth of my depravity knows no bounds. I have developed a horrible aversion to housework of any sort. I’ve developed a coinciding aversion to frizzy hair and old makeup as well. So, I have a filthy house, and a bag full of hair and face stuff on the kitchen table.
Ok, let me correct that. I have a clean reading nook, and laundry area, and I have a bag full of hair and face stuff, minus the hot sticks that are in my bathroom. The rest of the house, well, it’ll get there, one new goody at a time. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll let myself have the new shampoo. Right after I clean the cabinet over the frig and the frig itself. Whatever it takes, ya know?