Today is going to be all jagged. I didn’t sleep enough. We were out late at the ER. Calli shoved an almond up her nose. Whoops. Most of what was done to get it out was I blew into her mouth hard enough to pop her eyes. Then the ER doctor could reach it to fish it out. It was rather gross. She was a trouper. She didn’t cry. She had trouble holding still at first, but she’s three and they were shoving a big plastic stick up her nose. That seems reasonable.

I am shaking with anxiety. My body hurts. I feel so disgusting and bad.

In other news, I got my first one star review for my book. Apparently I don’t take enough responsibility for my childhood. Ok.

I had a lot of social time yesterday (and four hours of driving–traffic was horrifying all gosh darn day) and I think that not socializing for five or six days is a good idea. Everyone was nice to me. Everyone was wonderful. I still feel like I was put across a cheese grater. It isn’t any one else’s fault I feel this way. I just do.

It’s kind of funny because people keep spontaneously volunteering lately that I look so relaxed and happy. I feel strung as tight as a bow string.

I’m just a really good liar.