Nothing about me has ever been straight: Can't walk straight, see straight, cut straight, write straight or think straight. There are days, like today when a little voice warns you to "stay where you are. Just don't bother!" and then says, smugly, "well I did warn you," when you don't.
I shower, I dress and end up feeling as if I've done a day's work, had my face rearranged by a first year student cosmetic surgeon and done 10 rounds with the neighbour's Rottweiler.
worse off than myself.