Well. Yesterday sucked. Through sheer stupidity, I dropped and damaged my beloved zombie bowl. Franke gave me this bowl (and a matching plate) back in 2007 for my birthday. I feel so dumb for ruining this thing that’s so precious to me (especially since Franke isn’t here anymore). And, yeah. I got online to see if I could find another one but had no luck. I didn’t think the artist that did this would still be selling them 19 years later, and I was correct. So, I will glue the bowl back together. Then it will get packed away so that I don’t fuck it up any further.

I know I am probably being a drama queen …  but, dammit, I can’t do things right this year. I get a few days of feeling okay about things and then days and days of feeling like shit about everything. And doing stupid stuff like this does not help at all.