Out of gas

and It pales me to grip the creeping acknowledgement of It being my fault.

someone stole my draws out the dryer today.

and I’m thinking about how much valuable time i have to spend finding similar draws that smooth my belly, lift my bum and compliment my shape.

its the energy, the time, i have to use because someone decided to take my damn draws. 

the TIME the energy, the orchestration.  

The time that Could be spent resting, i have to work to replace an imperative part of my functioning wardrobe. 

i guess i should be grateful i just have to replace some damn draws. 

I don’t have the time and I’m upset that i don’t even make enough time for myself to do something as simple as buy a new pair of draws.

God. I lean on you to send me the answers.