Today I just haven't been able to get the gears to mesh together in the correct way. They've whirred and spun uselessly, making noise but getting nowhere.
Or at least that's how it feels.
And I just deleted about six paragraphs of Bitchy McBitch Bitchiness about things that annoy me, mostly religion but also the phrase, "You got this!"
Do I even need to say what I think about that?
Isn't that the hip new version of God doesn't give us more than we can bear?
See- this is what I'm doing- I'm using my own frustration and feelings of worthlessness and inadequacy to point out the faults in others. Now a lot of people have made a fortune with this technique. Think Donald Trump. Think Howard Stern.
I, however, am never going to make a fortune with any technique. Not culinary, not literary, not domestic, not sexual.
Nope. Not gonna happen.
Meanwhile, I finished Maggie's dress and the buttonhole situation looks like hell and if I had any pride at all I'd throw the whole thing away but I don't have much pride so now I'm just embroidering the dress which will scream, My grandmother made this and she is old and getting senile!
I don't have one damn thing to say beyond that except that no, I do not enjoy getting older. Not one damn bit. And that I've lost my wireless headset somewhere in this house BECAUSE I AM GETTING OLD AND CAN'T REMEMBER SHIT. Like, the other day I went to put my folded laundry away only to discover that I already had done that and I was like, "Wow! Thanks, Myself!"
I'm going to go cut up vegetables.