okay, i exaggerate. more like a plague of snot and coughing and excrement.

and sticky little hands reaching up for comfort, leaving trails of bodily fluids to mark where loving’s been. we’re sick, here. bebe is sick. mama is getting sick. mama is stressed, and stretched, and confused. you ever have one of those days weeks where you feel like you’re sinking deeper and deeper in a hopeless mire of stuff you’ll never get on top of, or even comprehend? and like, all of a sudden, you’re failing?

sometimes i feel like i’m failing. in those moments, i’m not even sure what i’m failing at. i’m just going along, living my life, singing my heart out, and then…i go flat. i lose the tune. i can’t seem to put the stray bits back together.

i find myself lost…in the middle of a day, in the middle of my song, sure the locusts are descending and powerless to move.

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while i’m busy gluing my head back together, go see Mad and jen about a real plague that they’re rallying us to take on for their six-month anniversary, just in time for the Just Posts. AIDS in Africa, the six-month gift. a pestilence and tragedy of a scale that makes me want to scurry away in shame and delete all my petty whinging. beats those cheap paper and tin anniversaries, friends.  join in.