Yesterday was just too busy and this weekend - seemed like flopped on the couch was better than poised at PC. I guess I have issues, and they've invited friends....they've taken over the squishy center of my brain, and they don't seem motivated to leave. I could pick my self up by my bootstraps, but I don't wear boots, and even if I did, I'm a bit hefty these days and I might pull a muscle tryna move my corpulence from its planted spot on the sofa.
My muse left in a huff and in her stead is this moribund thing that looks out through my eyes and shrinks from the world at large. I want to roll in a ball and cry. As for everything else, the partiers have formed a consensus. They hate it all.
I'm in a mood, a stinky rotten ugly foul disgusting mood and nothing is budging the budgie. I don't know what my malfunction is, I only know that I am becoming more malformed by the minute. The fam says I'm being self absorbed and selfish. My spirit isn't speaking to me. My soul wants what it wants, and my body just wants to give up.
So now what? Indeed. Maybe when my health is returned to me....but that isn't happening. That's a big ole sticky chunk of it right there. I ain't healthy yet. And my little mind is tired of faking it. Unfortunately - males weren't built with a sympathy reflex, only hunger pangs and curiousity as to where their clean mated socks might be, and why I haven't fixed dinner since I got home first....sigh.
Consider this my official throwing up of the hands....guess its better than the throwing up of one's lunch...
Peace.
