Today's one of those days when I woke up and wanted to just start shoving shit into garbage bags. Stuff I haven't laid my hand on in years. Just get rid of it. All the crap in our lives- god!- it makes me want to scream sometimes.
And yes, my brain could be doing a little metaphor dance on me here but that does not take away from the fact that there is TOO MUCH CRAP and it's just ugly and weighing on my soul.
It's Sunday and it does not look to be a good one to me. Except for the tiny drizzle (I am totally wimping out and using that as an excuse not to walk and it's not a good one) it is so still here. Today is the meteorological equivalent of cement. Heavy and gray and dense and still. I have nothing planned and my stomach is swimming with evil-fish.