I am Swirl.
Yesterday, I chewed jewelry. Well, I didn’t really chew it. I eschewed it actually.
Basically, I pulled on the dresser cloth really hard and then everything went flying. All those pictures. The bottles. The containers of the little things. All of it went everywhere.
It was horrifying.
I tried chewing a pin that was a V. For victory, I think, over what I’m not sure. But it poked me.
It was so upsetting that I found a shirt in a bag and I ate part of it. It was pink.
I didn’t eat any of the jewelry, as in swallowing any of it. Just some mouthing. That’s different.
Still, it was exhausting.