So, after a wonderful yesterday and a not too bad day before, I woke up to find out that I was late for my nanny job (I had missed the notation on the calendar) which would thusly make me late for my other job (Johnny's) and I started my period, and I couldn't find one of my antidepressants, and it's snowing, which never happens in Georgia.
So, I'm driving in the snow without a decent coat and I'm out of cigarettes, well, that's no surprise, and I split my pants at work (because they're old. Luckily my sweater is long and it was while I was closing) and my hair came undone and I can just imagine that the rubber band ended up in the salad or something.
And I forgot to pay the credit card bill again and I thought I had put some money away for rent but I didn't and I'm short, and then I got this e-mail from the wife of the One I love, and the whole day has just been shit.
Any thought of having my shit together has just been wrecked.
I don't feel like doing this anymore. It hurts. I want to just curl up somewhere and cry, but I know that is just the depression talking. I don't want to do anything to hurt myself, so I may take the risk of going the whole three miles to Innovox to get away from myself. But first I am going to pack my overnight bag for the nanny job, and go online and transfer funds to pay the credit card bill.
Someone, please, if you have any hope or happy thoughts, or friendly wishes, send them this way....
So, I'm driving in the snow without a decent coat and I'm out of cigarettes, well, that's no surprise, and I split my pants at work (because they're old. Luckily my sweater is long and it was while I was closing) and my hair came undone and I can just imagine that the rubber band ended up in the salad or something.
And I forgot to pay the credit card bill again and I thought I had put some money away for rent but I didn't and I'm short, and then I got this e-mail from the wife of the One I love, and the whole day has just been shit.
Any thought of having my shit together has just been wrecked.
I don't feel like doing this anymore. It hurts. I want to just curl up somewhere and cry, but I know that is just the depression talking. I don't want to do anything to hurt myself, so I may take the risk of going the whole three miles to Innovox to get away from myself. But first I am going to pack my overnight bag for the nanny job, and go online and transfer funds to pay the credit card bill.
Someone, please, if you have any hope or happy thoughts, or friendly wishes, send them this way....
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Date: 2002-01-02 09:21 pm (UTC)I do wish you the best dear...
Just a little mole hill set-up as a speedbreaker in life.
(ok, just 2 cheesy mottos but it is late.)
It sounds like it should be getting bettersoon.
Take care,
Cor
(no subject)
Date: 2002-01-03 12:37 am (UTC)oh, and poptarts. Brown sugar cinnamon poptarts. They rule
(no subject)
Date: 2002-01-03 05:22 am (UTC)Right after the holidays is just such a bitch, depression for so many. . .and gawd, rent coming on the heels of gift giving? Thats enough to make the most staid and stable person bananas.
You've got your work, I see it here in your journal, it keeps you busy, and it will help you (I hope) get thru all this. Just remember there are people thinking about you, even when they are being quiet.
(no subject)
Date: 2002-01-03 08:07 am (UTC)Think about Tuesday, or about the future.
Or simply smile. It just might make you feel better. But don't do it in heavy traffic. The last thing we need is for several nearby drivers to fall in love simultaneously, swoon, and cause a major pile-up.
(No kidding, dear readers. Have you seen the smile on this woman? I am not exaggerating! Man, oh man.)
I love you, Dulcie.
*Types while munching on a brown-sugar-cinnamon pop-tart* (mmmm)
(no subject)
Date: 2002-01-03 08:41 am (UTC)Friends
Today is better. I found my money that I actually HAD put away for rent! So I'm not knee-deep in debt suddenly. Now, can someone find the drugs, please???