This weekend and even today was horrible.
Actual sobbing kind of horrible.
I’m still not hungry and the thought of cooking supper and smelling food makes me feel even worse. I watched that show North America, you know? Pretty much cried my way through it. Then the final episode of The Big C and well shoot, that ended as horrible/well as I was expecting. Cathy on the show was diagnosed with cancer almost at the same time I was. The show had a weird comfort thing going for me.Also I keep washing my skin and scrubbing at it and my skin still doesn’t feel clean. Not sure what’s going on there.
In better news I ordered thirteen boxes of Fuji’s polaroid film because that seemed like a good idea.
