Wednesday, December 6, 2017

I hate my brain part 1,023

I was just slicing a tomato, and started to  cry because I remembered the bit in Harriet the Spy where everything goes wrong and the kids in school steal her tomato sandwhich because they're bullying her because they read her notebook.  She always has one and she's probably on the spectrum, thinking about it now.

I just want to eat a sandwich, brain, just let me do that in peace? 


Ms. Moon said...

For some of us, there is never, ever a "just".

Laura said...

Welcome back! I've missed your voice- your stories.

Jo said...

Thanks, Laura! I'm not really back, I still never feel like I have anything worthwhile to say. It just doesn't seem to work anymore. I might try little things here and there if I can.