RG

So I'm sitting on a daybed in a particular house, and I almost regret coming here tonight.
I almost feel imprisioned.

So far tonight I've done two dishwashers full of dishes, cleared a table thrice, helped prepare dinner, and been asked to cut pineapple and make peanut butter cookies.

It was a very ripe pineapple.

I don't know what's going to happen now. I want to curl up and fall asleep and just sleep until morning, and then escape from the house and go visit a friend.
If I could just sleep, I could forget everything.

And I'm hungry.
I fed them, but I forgot to feed myself.
(Somehow this sounds slightly like a broken record...)

Oh, I have got to stop this masochism. It's gonna do strange shit to my brain.