Its as grey a day as any other in
September in
Southern Ontario. The
rain outside is
cold and I'm chilled to the bone.
I know I am
hungry but food is
revolting me. I sat next to someone who was
eating a buttered
scone on the
subway and the oils on her hands were making me feel
ill. I'm
overtired, confused over
ten thousand things and I have no time to myself any time soon.
I need to do
laundry and
organize my kitchen for the
contractors, who are probably going to replace my kitchen on
Monday. Right now, there's no sink in my kitchen but I do have a brand new counter & cuboards. How they
clash with the orange
linoleum in there.
I'm tired. I'm so tired.
I have to go
launder now.