Thursday, January 15, 2015
When smiling becomes tough, when every dang muscle is tense, when 'angry' is the first thing I go to in the big book of emotions, it's pretty clear that something is awry.
The dog, while cute, is irritating.
The cats, while admirable and fuzzy, tick me off.
The house, while cozy and warm, irritates me with just How Very Much needs to be done, daily, always.
My lack of vim and vigor is distressing.
I do want to just crawl into bed and not come out.
Stupid job loss, anyhow. It's making me crabby and uncool. Tense, terse, dense. It feels like my arms weigh 50 pounds and my head is full of smog. Hard to shake off.
Must. Shake. Off.
Sunshine and unicorns tomorrow. Tonight I'm going to disappear into a book and let Lovecraft rule my world.