12,431 Days Alive
Zero Spoons
Today is one of those days where I tried to shuffle the cards of my life and just ended up playing fifty one pickup and now I’m searching for the last metaphoric card.
I could talk about the lack of structure at work making me question everything I do forty times a day.
I could talk about how I’m vomiting from stress again.
About how my car is having trouble starting and how I know I need a new one but don’t know how the hell I am going to afford it.
I could go on for a while about how behind I am on EVERYTHING in my life. Laundry. Projects. Sleep. Art. Reading.
But.
I have no spoons.
I’m going to bed.
Postmark Wonderland 