Hitting the sauce...again.
I don't know what about the changing seasons wrecks me, but whatever it is, it's an asshole. Perhaps it's something about the quality of light that punches me right in the kisser - sending me to curse myself, hide under the furniture and/or weep over radio ads.
Do I sound over-sensitive here?
Today I lost a little bit of copy (10 minutes, tops) to an unscheduled computer failure and I spent the next 30 minutes in the bathroom vacillating between blubbering tears and rage.
Tonight I'm just going to listen to my neighbor, the musician, through the wall and have a glass (or three) of red wine.
Please wish me the best of luck that I don't spill any on myself, 'cause it's that kind of day, folks.
Do I sound over-sensitive here?
Today I lost a little bit of copy (10 minutes, tops) to an unscheduled computer failure and I spent the next 30 minutes in the bathroom vacillating between blubbering tears and rage.
Tonight I'm just going to listen to my neighbor, the musician, through the wall and have a glass (or three) of red wine.
Please wish me the best of luck that I don't spill any on myself, 'cause it's that kind of day, folks.
posted by Noir Muse at 10:50 PM
4 Comments:
Spring is volatile. It'll get better!
I spilled coffee on myself twice yesterday before I realized it. If that helps. :)
There you are!!!!
I was a mess in January. It was too dark and cold. Hang in there, it'll get warmer ... if nothing else.
Robin - Hi and thanks. Somehow, it does help to know that. It kinda made me laugh. :) Not to be a nuisance, but do you suppose there will be tadpoles this spring?
Thanks for the support cl. Sometimes I just need a "chin up, girl." On a side note, I like what you've done with the blog...those letters from the trenches are great.
I'm working on acquiring the tadpoles. I think they'll make a comeback--even if I have to buy them myself instead of stumbling upon them.
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