Thoughts from Blue Angel
One of Those Days
It has been a horrible night.
Everything that could go wrong, did. My drawer was short
last night. I had 7 voids tonight. I tried to be my usual
smiley self, but it didn't work. I had no energy, no
motivation to do anything. I just wanted to lie down on
the floor and cry.
Now I'm finally home, and I'm packing for our vacation to
Florida we're going on tomorrow. I don't want to go. I
have no desire to walk around on the beach next to
perfectly toned and trimmed Crystal. I will feel like a
beached whale. I don't want to have to entertain my mother
every moment. I want to stay home and have nothing to do.
I feel fat, lazy, and just plain shitty...