Today was a difficult one, I knew it wasn’t going to be a cakewalk when I awoke to my Niece fighting with her brother. I awoke with a headache that has followed me through the day. Everything feels ghostly and full of regret, like when you accidentally tip over your cup with your last sip of tea in it. It’s just a terrible feeling.
I’ve been dredging around my house in a flannel housecoat, St’ Patrick’s day pajama pants, and a surge soda t-shirt today as I off and on reading a book named: Morrissey in conversation compiled by Paul A. Woods. A book cull of Morrissey interviews, it has been helping my feelings of grief strangely enough. I’m just lost..