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April 12, 2006
Put Your Head On My Shoulder
Geez, I'm a mess. Multiple times today I've found myself on the verge of tears--and not just a single teardrop, oh no. I attribute it to a combination of factors:
1. A lack of sleep last night.
2. The pollen in the air, which makes my eyes more sensitive in general.
3. An overall feeling of worthlessness.*
Yes, dear readers, I've been feeling sorry for myself. It's very, very sad. And yet, there it is.
Not that I haven't been productive, having several Big Idea meetings (and working for an additional 5 hours on various Big Idea projects), meeting Ms. ADA for coffee and a pep talk, going to the gym, and completing a massive overhaul of my room so that the Salvation Army can remove several large pieces of furniture tomorrow (leaving me with no dressed for another week).
You'd think with all that activity I could at least make it through the day without a nervous breakdown. And I suppose I have--barely. But I've had to clamp down on the eye welling during each of the following events:
1. Driving home from the gym this morning, realizing it's been 7 years since my last serious relationship.
2. Taking a shower and noticing that there is mold starting to grow on the shower curtain.
3. Realizing I couldn't make a deposit because I couldn't remember my bank account number.
4. When my dad said he didn't want to play tennis this evening.
5. When the printer downstairs reversed the printing on the envelope and letter, forcing me to repeat the task.
6. When I was cleaning my room and kicked up some dust, making me sneeze like a banshee with a cold.
Ok, that last one could have happened to anyone, but taken in combination with the others, I'm in a sad state of affairs. Normally, I'd do a little retail therapy--but I've decided to buckle down with my finances (another reason to cry). So instead, I'll just sit in bed and read a book.
God, that's depressing.
* Admittedly, this third categoy outweighs the other two by a factor of--oh, let me think--thirty-hundred-bazillion. And no, there are no hormonal issues contributing to my malaise, thank you very much. I'm on this plummeting roller coaster all by my poor little self.
