There is nothing delightful or insightful about being overweight. This is my eighteenth nervous breakdown since somebody turned up the brightness in the lighthouse. Maybe it is just a dream and the playwright might straighten everything out, yea right. I cheated, as I wasn’t able to come up with one word that had the string of letters “igh” in it without looking it up. I don’t enjoy cheating, because that is not the way I roll, but I will try to make it up to everyone with this song, ‘I’m Going Home’, where if you shorten it to just using the first letters of each word, you get IGH.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday where this week the prompt was too difficult for me.