I am alive and this is what I look like - only white and female (no stash).
I am exhausted. I hate the smell of frozen peas. And I wish I could explain to my mother what I need.
The list of white board possibilities:
- more peas
- warm washcloth (what heaven means to me at this moment)
- medicine time!
- nothing. please let me sit here and continue to watch horrible daytime commercials.