It’s morning. Not only that, but it’s Friday morning. The cats are happy enough sleeping in their nests. I’ve been awake since Shawshank left. In an effort to stave off the morning anxiety this week has graced me with, I stayed in bed instead of getting up right away. Results are mixed, at best.
I took another shower and put on clothes yesterday. It was a good start, but that was as far as things went. I explained to Shawshank I wasn’t doing makeup. The thought of putting on a human face just filled me with absolute dread. Like, I’m talking about that full body wave of panic that ripples out of your gut. You know you’re going to have a meltdown and ruin your face, I thought. You can feel it. All that work to make yourself look nice and you’ll just mess it up.
It’s the buzz all over again. To quote the great Stephen King, “SSDD”.
Since today is Date Night, I need to be normal today. I’m going to shower and try to do the human things.
