Wednesday, February 26, 2003
Pain, pain, glorious pain.I could only think of one thing that could make me feel in control of my universe: Plucking my eyebrows. Maybe that lovely menstrual influx of estrogen has gone to my head. Maybe I'm really the only one that feels out of control in all of this. Either way, my tweezers and my Cover Girl compact were the best companions I could locate, so pluck I did. I look better groomed than I have in months. Too bad my heart is broken, I have insomnia, and I'm past the point of having real emotional responses to what is going on.
Heather at 7:56 PM
