today as i was leaving work i thought "great, i have the whole night free! i can get so much editing done!". and yet here i am, a woman with nothing to show for her night but a belly too full of pizza and a smattering of bruises all over her thighs and hips, because--izzy. her every step on me inflicts bruises. her paws are weapons. i don't understand it but my hips don't lie.

my foot feels fragilay today. like i was feeling some things this morning as i walked down the stairs but then i was fine until the end of the day. i don't know why. set backs seem to happen for no reason. just like today it's fine, tomorrow it's not.  i just want it to be better.

ahh well. somehow things work out.

erganomic AND cozy arm rests?