I am exhausted from a flip-flop sleep schedule week.

The table I ordered to go with my new sofa arrived today. It is handmade and beautiful and all busted to shit from the transit here.

Grr.

My love is on a flight to Paris right this very second and will be gone for a week.

I do not like any of these things.

Maybe tomorrow I will wake up feeling much less foul and come back with a list of things that I do.