Things got too big and I hid away from the world.
Online and in real life.
I have spent the last week watching the seasons 1 and 2 of Weeds, but don’t ask me what actually HAPPENED I was too busy contemplating my navel.
I have taken more time off work and this time it is without pay.
My doctor took one look at me, the me that was trying so fucking hard to look normal and said it is going to be a while before I feel whole again.
And then, when I protested, he was all ‘cake or death’ and I was all ‘yeah. OK. Fuck’
So here I am.
Trying to NOT stress about the halving of our income and my expanding thighs and the fact that I look a like a bloated horror movie harlequin clown.
I need some sun.
And some motherfucking chapstick.