wrong universe

I woke up on the wrong side of my multiverse today.  I'm all discombobulated. 

I'm debating coffee or liquor this morning.  I can hear you thinking, why not both?  It's because the anxiety is strong today.  And the sadness.  Maybe I just want to lie in bed and wallow.

What tasty beverage is good for that?   SPOILER:  It's not tea.

Frankenstein's monster or gorgeous superhero?

It's all a matter of perspective.

At least that's what I'm telling myself after inflicting a new scar on my face.  I saw the monster, but my younger friend saw the superhero.

I know -- you're curious what caused the scar.  More skin cancer nonsense.  The numbing agent is wearing off, and the throbbing pain is starting.

I was so rattled when I left the office with my face bandaged up that I forgot to take off my mask until I was halfway home.  I became one of those people driving alone in my car on the highway wearing a mask.  Sigh.  And unfortunately the mask doesn't cover the bandage.

Off for a full day of self-care / Pity Party.

10 am isn't too early to start drinking, right?