My socks have polar bears on them. That is all.
It’s been said often, and with good reason: it really is about the little things.
I didn’t feel like writing today. I haven’t felt like doing much of anything all week. Getting out of bed this morning and yesterday was a struggle; Monday and Tuesday I was too out of it to even bother putting up the fight. I’m sick of being sick, I’m tired of being tired, and my energy reserves are running on empty. But at least I have my goddamn Tweety Bird socks on. And that matters more than you might think.
Hold on to your hats, we’re going to get all real in here for a moment.