How did it get to be Tuesday?
I remember being busy on Friday, going shopping on Saturday, cooking for the family on Sunday (with a great deal of help by the way), and while I don't remember much, I know that Sunday night to Tuesday morning was a stretch of that body and mind hurts flu.
The fact that no type of activity other than those mentioned enters my brain is starting to worry me. Either I'm partly catatonic, or I'm not doing anything memorable, and perhaps both.
I remember having that problem when I was in my early teens, but as soon as I started earning enough money to buy lipstick and shoes, my fate was sealed.
The only cure I can imagine is to become a redonculous purchaser again. Not only did that keep me busy hiding things, feeling guilty about the bad example I was being to my children, re-inventing with great creativity my make-up bag and my closet, it resulted in fine memories of days spent at Chapters, hours spent reading at bars and moments of my face looks perfect.
It won't be easy regaining my purchasing power. I think I'll require money, but I've managed before.
This is Dave, please do not enable this behaviour. Thank you.