she had chores to do.
feed the dogs.
give them water.
fold laundry.
do dishes.
"that's not bad,"
no, it's not.
but when you're fighting to stay awake,
let alone alive,
breathing takes a conscious effort.
chores?
really?
i want to die,
and all you can think about is
"why didn't you check to see if there was laundry to fold?"
unbelievable.
maybe i should just do it.
what difference does it make?
oh wait,
the laundry won't get folded.