The Doree Chronicles: I’m sorry, but I can’t email you back until I feel less tired and... →
I’m sorry, but I can’t email you back until I feel less tired and cranky and this zit on top of my lip stops looking like a cold sore and this cough goes away. Why didn’t I take Dayquil this morning? I had to take Tylenol Cold & Flu to fall asleep. Also my dog has a bacterial infection in her anal glands and she’s on antibiotics. Her ANAL GLANDS. The vet said the stuff in them was bright green. “Like apple green,” she said. What is your reaction supposed to be when the vet tells you your dog’s anal glands are bright apple green? Oh and I’m supposed to go to this birthday party tonight which I suppose means I should go home and shower, which I didn’t do this morning because I was in such a rush, and then I have to pick out what I’m wearing which is a whole other source of anxiety—dress? shorts? jeans? and which shoes? heels? flats? sandals? Keds? or should I just wear the outfit I wear every day?—and then maybe I will figure out what I am supposed to do about this zit that I swear is like the size of my face. Maybe if I hadn’t tried to pop it, it wouldn’t look so gross, but too late now, right? Remember how in Girl, Interrupted she gets committed because she pops her zits? I always think about that, and the eat-in chicken.
I will email you tomorrow.
