I did go out today to run some errands, picking up my seasonal pet supplies standard order and buying some minty-coloured nail polish because this time of year is all Robins-egg-blue all day every day. Like spring but just the harbinger, as I'm sure I saw it just on the fringe of a vision so peripheral it may have fallen off the cliff and into the winter sea.
If spring drowns winter stays forever and that's unacceptable in the same way that blanks for quarters are. Sure they work in a rusted gumball machine outside a furniture store on the side of the highway but a steal's a steal, boys.
I went out two days in a row and that's so significant because I'm a self-exiled hermit, an agoraphobic, a hider. I don't want to go out ever. I've been know to bribe people to go with me or take me or just drive me around. Going out alone is a fate I can't speak of, it's so horrific and so of course, yes, I'm doomed.
In more ways than one because your favourite princess is not only agoraphobic and charmed by the palest of blues but she also is the most superstitious person on earth and tomorrow's Friday the thirteenth and just so everyone's clear, I won't be getting out of bed until it's over.