I've run out of fucks to give!
There was a moment earlier last week when I couldn't find two matching socks to wear to work. I laughed, and told Ian that was really exemplary of where I was at that point, just near the point of breaking down -- not in an important way by any stretch of the imagination. Just in the way that you can't find any matching socks, or an inexpensive Christmas stocking that you like, and the presents are still not wrapped. That's about as unimportant as breakdowns get.
Here it is Day 2 of my 11-day vacation. It's 2:20 in the afternoon, and I'm still in my pajamas. Teeth are brushed, hair is brushed but not nicely arranged (although I did just get it trimmed and redyed blue yesterday). I'm just plain all out of fucks to give! I was going to give you a more full update of my errands, and Christmas preparation, and the thrills of my latest knitting project... but nossir, I just plain don't give a fuck! I hope that in itself tells you all that's really important about this pre-Christmas part of my vacation.
Now time to drag my pajamaed butt upstairs for some knitting and present wrapping while Ian's out of the house. Maybe I'll take a nap later!
Trace
Here it is Day 2 of my 11-day vacation. It's 2:20 in the afternoon, and I'm still in my pajamas. Teeth are brushed, hair is brushed but not nicely arranged (although I did just get it trimmed and redyed blue yesterday). I'm just plain all out of fucks to give! I was going to give you a more full update of my errands, and Christmas preparation, and the thrills of my latest knitting project... but nossir, I just plain don't give a fuck! I hope that in itself tells you all that's really important about this pre-Christmas part of my vacation.
Now time to drag my pajamaed butt upstairs for some knitting and present wrapping while Ian's out of the house. Maybe I'll take a nap later!
Trace