As I stood there looking at my moth-eaten
Of course, I like sweaters for my ability to hide in them, but that’s a whole different discussion I’m not sure I’m ready to get into. Suffice to say that there are chinks in the armor, or, even better, that my undies are showing. I feel vulnerable.
I’ve concluded from this that I should get more sleep. I rather dislike settling into this kind of melancholy, and my recent nights of "Undead TV" have not helped in the least.
Work is kicking my ass today.