I have crowned myself queen. It seems appropriate to me that I do so. I find the title of Queen of the Sore Foot Society much more interesting than just about any other way I can refer to this phase of my life-and I do hope that it is just a phase.
Today is Easter, Happy Easter to you! I was expected at Sarah and Tim's for the occasion and I was looking forward to it, but as it turns out, I phoned in my regrets an hour or so ago. It is not that I am so miserable today, it is that I recognize the signals that anything I do today is just going to piss my foot off, so I best do not very much at all. This was a difficult lesson for me to learn, but I get it now. So, when it is best to just sit the day out, I do so, as Queen this is permissible. Now I just need some minions at my beck and call...If you are interested in applying for the position, you will find me curled up next to the cat.
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