Thursday, January 31, 2008

outta sorts

Do you ever feel just a little out of sorts? Like nothing is terribly wrong or right, but you're walking down the center on a wobbly tightrope and could fall off on either side? And while you are not broken, you do feel like in a stiff wind, pieces of you would fly off in opposite directions while you ran around collecting yourself under cars and in the bushes?

Yeah, me too today.

I think the only cure for the out of sorts--or the mad reds as Holly Golightly would say--is a mud mask and a good book in your p.j.'s.

So I think that's what I'll do.

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