glitter pills. why didn’t i think of that. Love the Bloggess!
me: Things aren’t going right for me.
Victor: How do you mean?
me: I can’t make things with words work.
Victor: Could you be more vague?
me: My thing with the words in it isn’t working right.
me: Sort of. The creative part that makes words fit together properly. There’s probably a word for it. I’d probably know what it was if my head wasn’t broken right now.
Victor: Your head is always broken.
me: Yes, but most of the time that works in my favor. Right now everything is cloudy and I’m exhausted and I think I might be depressed but also I think maybe I’m not depressed and that life is just shitty. But it isn’t shitty so I must be depressed. I wish someone would invent one of those things they used on Star Trek that you could just run over your body…
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