I don't really know who reads this anymore, which isn't as distressing as I thought it would be. So when I say something like, "I've been really down lately" or "the future beyond my next birthday -- less than a month away -- freaks me the hell out" I don't know who's listening. How much they know about my tendency to freak out on a fairly regular basis, or whether said freak out is actually indicative of Something Big. (Admittedly, 9 out of 10 are not at all worth the effort it takes to freak out anyway.) Upshot being: none of this is likely as bad as it sounds, given my propensity toward hyperbole.*
That said, I feel right shitty.
*My most flagrant example being a conversation with Kyle a while ago on the Alaska election results. I'll let you fill in the exaggeratory gaps from there.
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I think SAD is starting to kick in. Lack of sunlight and happy able to be outdoors without a million sweaters kind of gets me down. Sorry you're feeling shite, after I get better we should get together and make dinner or something. I have yams. YAMS, I say.
And I read about your shenanigans!! :D So you know there will always be a Meg in the back of the audience waving like a drugged-up ferret!
"GET THE WEASLE!!!"
well, shit. now i wish even more that i had something good saved up.
unfortunately, i'm feeling crappy-verging-on-crying-panic for three out of every five waking hours lately too. so all i can offer is some long-distance empathy and knowledge same as sam's -- that you will, we all will in some way be fine. you know. at some times.
see? i got nothing.
definitely wishing we could do breakfast and talking.
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