@Lash,
wearing: his t-shirt - black with some company's logo 'cross the chest, as I have thrown over my wardrobe for his...my timeworn m.o. - my former fat jeans, which are now snug... blood red finger and toenail polish... unruly hair, a scowl.
hearing: Mick singing "Gimmee Shelter" from the TV in the den...Red Cross commercial, I think...
watching: Nothing. Should turn off the TV, but empty, quiet house...just want noise tonight.
doing: trying to organize my life into bite-sized, useful pieces... working on bootstrapping myself, haven't got good grasp yet.
eating: I should never do it again.
drinking: ice water...yum
feeling: hideous and unmanagable - but resolved goddammit
wanting: a job