no fools...I feel about to drop on the floor. I'm so tired. I sleep, but I'm tired. And I can't stay asleep.

Even though I'm fat by all of my standards, I have goodies to reward myself for living through this week and showing up for it all.

I'll be gritting my teeth and begging for mercy the whole way through.

I exist...i have a right to say it's really overwhelming at times.

If the press shows up. I'm hiding, or claiming innocence.

~e