Do you remember Bert and Ernie?

They’re dying.

A slow and painful death.

I want to revive them. But I don’t know if that’s possible.

And the problem is that when I try to water them, the water seeps out from the bottom and drips into our downstairs neighbors patio.

So I tried to put a towel there to stop the water from falling.

But, now I just have a soggy towel.

And a ton of bird shit.

Which is supposed to be good for the soil. And help the plants grow.

But, in reality, it just looks like crap (<— no pun intended) because I didn’t take care of it in other ways.

This is supposed to be some elaborate metaphor of my life. The plants being me. The water being my basic needs. The bird shit being all the obstacles life is throwing my way. And the soggy towel being the temporary band-aids I put on things instead of thinking about long-term solutions.

Some elaborate metaphor.

That I’m too exhausted to elaborate on at this moment.

So, instead, I am going to sign off, treat myself to a fancy schmancy $20 foot spa massage. And call it a night.

Good. Night.

<3