Except less dramatic. Also less colorful. More itchy, too.
Okay, it's not like that at all. But I am wearing a purple shirt and socks.
And it is sort of helpless feeling. As in, I can't wash my own dishes. Or do my hair very well. Or hang my shirts. Or take out the trash.
I can draw, though!
P.S. I know I'm obsessing over this. But I've always been a bit of a drama queen. And this is kind of a big part of my life at the moment. Plus, I'm bereft of my two greatest passions: I don't have Roxie right now and I can't knit, so I'm navel-gazing. Or perhaps I'm wallowing in self pity. I'll move on to discussion of other things soon. Promise.
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