Day 5: Operation Eleanor - Fluff Me Or Help Or Something

I suck at asking for help. I'm not good at it. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable to admit I need help, want help, or could use help with ANYTHING.

Normally, I would try to do it on my own, probably procrastinating until it was even more difficult that it need be. Today, I asked somebody for help with something that is out of my area of expertise.

FLUFF ME

What kind of help do you need? Would you be willing to ask somebody? Maybe you don't need fluffing. That's a rather off-the-beaten-path kind of need, but who am I to judge? Let's just say, this is your opportunity to reach out and hose your fears down. No, that sounds weird, too.

Fuck. I don't know. I was hard-pressed for a photo for today's post and this one was on the camera card. Don't ask.

The point is, you need to get outside of your box.

Oh, fuck it. Operation Eleanor. Just do it. With more fluffing.