[friday, though, friday was everything i wanted it to be and then some.]
i did laundry for like 36 hours, i have washed every piece of fabric i own just about.
i missed several social engagements, which sounds really dispassionate and does not reveal the level of regret i feel.
i did make it to B's. i spoke with someone named disconnect at great length and was glad for it.
but in the middle of all of this something happened that i wish i could pretend will make me stronger but i think it made me weaker. i want to forget about it. it's not a big deal but it feels like one. i would like to forget that sometimes i pretend.
then there was the fight about 'the usual suspects'. apparently i'm in a mood to pick fights this week and it's not flattering.
not to mention my friend that is sick. which is, well i just want to help and don't know how. i say what in my world are prayers.