A Mess

Feel like shit today. Useless and unproductive. A melting mess. We have to get Cosette put to sleep. I feel like crying every time I look into her cage. She’s smiling through the cancer, through the fact that she can’t eat solid food and can’t move much. I love her so much. I have a lot to do today, my hair is a mess and I feel fat. Life feels like a stomach full of coffee and I have icy feet.