I'm feelin' a bit Plastic, if you know what I mean
It's all the smiling and nodding. The constant assurance, that sure, I'm fine. Not ready to internally combust AT ALL. Just another work day driving me crazy. That's all. No worries. Really. This shitty hair cut which makes my face look chubbier by the moment makes me feel absolutely FAB. No really. It does. Even when I'm going to see a butt load of family and old classmates from ages ago in less than a week. Do I care? Oh no. See? I'm fine. And smiling. And cheery right. No worries!
Are you ready to throw up yet? I sure as hell am. It's been one of those weeks so far--and it's all of Tuesday. If I wait 9 minutes it'll be Wednesday. Maybe it will get better.
I hate that I am this way. Again. Seems foul moods last a week or so around here--and yet I am ready to ditch this bad boy faster than sour milk at the moment. It is ruining my writing (when I actually do sit down to do it). And it sure as hell isn't making me any more pleasant to be around (see opening paragraph).
So, when in doubt, or in need of a blog post, let's start a list. What is Bethany going to do to ditch this bitchiness for a better mood.... err, life?
* Thank Blogger for this lame ass post. Seems it is having a foul day as well and of course acting up and all that shit. In fact, I can't upload my SPC image, or spell check (yeah, I write. I don't claim to spell well). You'll get the pic when you get it. As for the spelling. Deal, K? It's been a tough few days. But if your just dying for a hint or something, here's a bone on the photo: avatar.
Are you ready to throw up yet? I sure as hell am. It's been one of those weeks so far--and it's all of Tuesday. If I wait 9 minutes it'll be Wednesday. Maybe it will get better.
I hate that I am this way. Again. Seems foul moods last a week or so around here--and yet I am ready to ditch this bad boy faster than sour milk at the moment. It is ruining my writing (when I actually do sit down to do it). And it sure as hell isn't making me any more pleasant to be around (see opening paragraph).
So, when in doubt, or in need of a blog post, let's start a list. What is Bethany going to do to ditch this bitchiness for a better mood.... err, life?
- Start tomorrow morning right. With a damn large coffee. Espresso to be exact. A white mocha one. And hell, if I get my ass out of bed soon enough maybe two. Then I'll really be raring to go.
- Not read my work e-mail before hauling ass to the office. Bad habits have formed. I'm checking work e-mail before bed and then in the morning before I've showered. I don't know why I bother going into the office either.
- I'm going to write a chapter in my work in progress. Hell yeah I am. To some people that is work. Me? It's a damn pleasure. One I'm missing out on at the moment (clearly).
- And while I'm at it, let's read at least a chapter in the current novel I am reading. Nothing like inspiration there.
- Leaving the office for lunch. Hate the damn *working* lunches. Whoever the hell thought of those should be branded for life. As all my lunches have somehow evolved into working ones.
- Get to be EARLY. Yeah, before midnight. Like maybe even 10:30. Sleep does the body good.
- Last but not least, hug the kid. Tight. And then pray he says something nice instead of squirming to the door. Or whining. Or moaning that he wants to play with his toys. Cause I don't think I can take the day without a little love.
* Thank Blogger for this lame ass post. Seems it is having a foul day as well and of course acting up and all that shit. In fact, I can't upload my SPC image, or spell check (yeah, I write. I don't claim to spell well). You'll get the pic when you get it. As for the spelling. Deal, K? It's been a tough few days. But if your just dying for a hint or something, here's a bone on the photo: avatar.
