anecdotal evidence of the precariousness of my mental health, of late

i have taken to shouting in an aggressive and decidedly unladylike manner at invisible raccoons who i am convinced have established basecamp below my deck based on one backyard sighting of a couple of unfazed, lumbering visitors over a week ago.

each of my itchy bright-red burn blotches (mentioned last week) have been assigned a name, and i find myself making conversation with them in a manner not unlike, i realized today, that of tom hanks and a certain volleyball in that movie.

i am giving very serious consideration to a g.i. jane haircut – a full chop that would suit neither the shape of my cranium nor my personality but feels like a dire, urgent need all the same.