Wordishness


  1. I hate these days.

    The ones where everything hurts before you get out of bed, where brushing your teeth seems like a monumental chore, where smiling at anyone feels impossible, and where you wonder if you can make it through the day until bedtime. These days don’t come too often, fortunately, but when they do, it’s a struggle. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. But, man, these days.