my dignity, lost and found

Last week I was going to let you guys know I thought my dignity had been found. Then I went out Friday night and lost it again. Then I decided that I wasn't going to let that second shot of Jagermeister define me and that I was in fact going to announce my dignity restored. And then I found myself at 9 am this morning, eating a chicken biscuit, at the laundromat, in flip flops, in dirty jeans, an oversized fleece jacket and no bra on. Yup, lost it again.