holliday

I hate when a good day goes bad.

You know the kind... When you finally, after many dark days find yourself waking up happy, inexpicably enough... Motivated even! You listen to some music from days of yore which bring back some happy memories...you even dance while making the bed? You soak in your beautiful surroundings while serenly sipping your morning coffee?

Yeah...and then, as you go about your chores you realize this mood really WAS inexplicable because your life still sucks. Money is so tight you can feel it's strangle hold on your neck...and you've got to break 'the rules' just to get things done?

The good thing about these kinds of days is that there's still the possibility of turning them around. Yes, it's just as possible to have a bad day turn good, as a good day turn bad.

So, I got back in my jammies, curled back up in bed with a feeling of accomplishment and enjoyed not one, but TWO yummy phone calls with loved ones And now...happily enough we're back at square one...good day gone bad, gone good

Talking to one of my friends tonight, telling her the degree to which my life resembles a lifetime tv movie...she said to me, "At least it sounds like you've got a good sense of humor about it all." To which I can only answer..."Well shit, if I'm going to look back and laugh on this someday, I might as well get started now."

I'll finish the evening by writing a nice long letter to someone I miss... Enjoy some brainless tv... More than likely snuggle up with some hot cocoa... Pop an Ambien, and sleep like a mother fucking angel.

And in case you're wondering WHERE all this magic happens... It happens here under this fabulously custom made blanket by yours truly...



Now get into that comment box and tell me how much I fucking rock!