Old Habits

I'm in my knee boots again. Red and black. My drama colors. I may be in for drama. Or the blank stare of a white room. I nearly had a nervous breakdown zipping the boots up. The little leather siding got caught in the zipper, and I couldn't get it up or down. "But I have to LEAVE!" I cried in the privacy of my addled brain. Eventually I succeeded in freeing the zipper. There is a sore spot on the side of my finger from the ordeal. I want to feel like a champ today. I want to be less sorry all the time. I want to live in a big house with my dearest friends. Well, no, that's not true. But I would like to live nearer to them.