Streaming consciousness.

I will tell you this. I knew I was unhappy for a long time, but I didn't realize how unhappy I was until one day I realized that I no longer brushed my hair, put on make-up and mostly just wore sweatpants everyday. Most days I don't even glance in the mirror before I leave the house.

Which if you even know a little about me, you know is bizarre.

Also, not looking in the mirror is a bad idea. I caught a glimpse of myself some days, and let me tell you it scared the shit out of me.

I can't wait to be back to normal and care about my apparence and be in Phoenix and wear cute shoes, because I won't be wearing three layers of socks.

AND DRESSES. Hot damn how I love me some dresses. I might buy a closet full. I might even buy you one. Or let you borrow one. I think even if I have a little boy I will put him in dresses. I'll call it a social experiment, later in life he'll call it psychological abuse or some nonsense. Or maybe by that time those man kilts will have become the style and men will be flaunting themselves in dresses. I hope not. They can be pee standing up, let us ladies keep our dresses, and the freedom and hotness they create.

This post went in a direction I had not foretold. I'm keeping it for you to read. Here is my streaming consciousness