Too exhausted to blog, to awake to sleep. As usual. Watching Project Runway. Managed to zone right past my exit this morning while driving home. Turned a half hour drive into an hour and a half drive. Was 45 minutes late for work, which made the mad rush to get a project done for the 9:30 deadline fun. Or fierce. (Still watching Project Runway.)

Feeling disastrous, clumsy, falling apart, dazed. Apparently when people kept telling me that I was a klutz (thanks, by the way) they were serious. Things fall around me, they break, explode, crumble, disappear, crack, tear, scratch, stain, and occasionally catch fire. I am my own adventure. I thrill.

Cake!

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