is a sponge
full of sorrow
to be wrung
i really love this inking of mine (i did not care for yesterday’s.)
i do not love feeling this immense sadness. “doing it alone is no fun,” i told someone after lamenting not being able to fix a dripping faucet.
day whatever at madness manor, i went to the “restore” to shop for flooring & plumbing for my once & future kitchen. then i realized that i was surely going to buy the wrong thing if i tried to buy anything. i had no idea what i was doing.
so i sat down & cried in a comfy chair. then i bought said comfy chair & went home.
home restoration is going especially slowly at madness manor.
ps. happy birthday to me xo