This morning, I was trying to think of the list of things that I have been successful at this week, since this has been the longest/fastest week ever. Please tell me that you have those sometimes too.
I came up with the fact that I have worn most of the black clothing in my closet (go figure) and that I have become a consistent (rather than recreational) concealer user. For some reason, that revelation seems horrific/permanent for reasons that I cannot entirely understand. Actually, they probably have to do with the sinking realization that I am going to be tied to this flesh-toned warpaint for the rest of my life. Oh, and I ate soup two nights in a row. That was pretty spectacular and cozy-feeling.
So there is all of that.