My score is zero often enough, statistically, to use the word “always”

For about 45 minutes just now I sat here reading RSS feeds but mostly fiddling behind my back with a strap on my camisole that was twisted through its loop.

This sort of thing is why I don’t remember a lot of what I read, I guess.

I could have easily fixed the problem taking my top off, but that would be losing unless I had done that immediately. Since the initial attempt was made while I was still wearing it, the only possible way to win was to fix it while I was still wearing it.

I finally resorted to cheating by pulling my arm through that one strap so I could reach it more easily.

I felt pretty dirty about it, but it was either that or ultimately dislocate my shoulder.

The strap is no longer twisted through the loop, but upon closer inspection, this appears to be a strap that I sewed back on in a hurry one night before going out.

And I fucked it up. The strap itself is twisted where it attaches to the rest of the top.

I was late that night anyway.

There is nothing I can do to make this better now.

I am a failure.

Kind of want to die.