This week has been one long string of humiliations. Not like “Oh gosh I said something dorky to the clerk at Safeway” stuff. We’re talking hard-core, “I kind of wish I was dead right now” type stuff. Only some of which I talked about on Twitter.
I don’t want to wallow. I definitely don’t want to spill it all over the place. I don’t really believe in venting. And while there are plenty of blogs that exist solely as an outlet for the author’s complaints, that’s no way to entertain an audience.
But at the same time, it’s not really fair to pretend that everything is happy and cheerful always. Because it isn’t. It just isn’t.
But hey, I finished the first sock.
I Photoshopped the crap out of it to make it look more Important and Hyper-Real. Neat, right?
(Actually, I have to confess that this kind of over-processing, popular though it apparently is, just makes my eyes water.)