I woke up this morning feeling like a wrung-out washcloth; feeling like no matter what I do it's never good enough.
I'm frustrated. I'm tired. I'm sad. I'm confused. I'm not sure what I'm feeling exactly. I'm a wrung-out washcloth.
Κύριε ἐλέησον! Θάλασσα καὶ πῦρ καὶ γυνή, κακὰ τρία. Μέτρον ἄριστον. Τί κοινότατον; Ἐλπίς. Καὶ γὰρ οἳς ἄλλο μηδέν, αὔτη παρέστη.
Ναι... αυτά...
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