Grey day

Rain is dripping down halfheartedly outside, coating everything with a thin film of dust and dampness, making the cars hiss quietly as they drive by. Too many thoughts are piled up in my head, pushing each other around so I can't focus on any one in particular enough to complete it.

Today would be a perfect day to curl up under my favorite afghan with a pot of darjeeling tea and the new Orson Scott Card novel, and pretend the rest of the world doesn't exist.

I think I'll try to do just that....

Not fair....

Okay. The next person who hears me harsh on myself about my size has official permission to smack me until I bleed.

Very few things in the world are more frustrating than going out shopping for the first time in months upon months, and finding the most beautiful, perfect ankle-length chocolate-brown suede skirt.... and realizing that the smallest size the juvie department carries is still too big.

This is absurd - I'm not *that* little. Where the hell am I supposed to shop now? Kids 'R' Us?

Gnar.