....battle injuries....**

Day 2
020914

beloved LEGS..... 

so far the odds are not in my favor....

 
...you would be upset with me....I have steadily ate nothing but Somoa bars since yesterday....when I get hungry I mope into the kitchen, my hair disheveled, cold feet, I creep back to the couch and eat the bar letting the sugar sooth my aching soul.....and it almost works....until the delectable treat is gone....than I slide down into the couch all morose.....I lay there and try to focus on whatever....facebook, music, movie, television show.....anything but the emptiness of the house.....

I have told myself all day I need to get my life together.....but something holds me back from getting off the couch....like an incredible weight pressing down on me....an arthritis in my bones...a nothingness in my brain.....zero. ZERO motivation......

the only reason I get off the couch is to let Karmella outside.....she stands there on he porch and looks at me like "what the fuck did you do to make my favorite human leave!?!....she's totally pissed.....she has that indifferent I'll do what I want attitude....I have called her in the house she stands on the porch and than runs off.....and she doesn't listen or care.....she has escaped the fence more in the last twenty four hours....I think she goes and looks for you.....at least that is what I tell myself to prevent myself from beating her ass......

I just feel like I can't face the world.....and to make matters worse....

....my face isn't pretty....I have incurred my first battle injury.....an ego crushing blemish......a pimple the size of ALASKA on my chin......its big and red and it hurts like hell..........

Its just not possible to put on a good face.....and vanity is such a bitch....why must I feel beautiful before I can face my life?  

 

....Just another day in the life of an unlikely military wife......**