prockgirlscout

Tip: Compose your journal in notepad and copy and paste so if SG eats it, no biggie. It seems to be happening a lot lately.

This is where I'd normally pimp Post Secret but it was all about Christmas this week.

I called in sick to work today. I wish I could have told them the truth. Told them that if I drove, my truck would likely find a telephone pole instead of heading down to serve as my makeshift tailgate office like it should.

Last night we took a long walk up and down the hills of Makawao, I took a nice hot bath and I felt great.

Then the hormonally induced depression hit me like a month old fruitcake and I can't seem to pull out of it.

I'm not medicated, but I doubt if that could make any difference anyway. I haven't been down this deep since my dad died almost 8 years ago.

So I'm staying home in my yoga pants and bathrobe and slippers and watching the Food Network.

Last night I had a dream that all three of us narrowly avoided a fatal accident on a ferry, involving a secret government weapon that did something to water to make it kill people or something and we elected to use that opportunity to assume new identities.

This journal entry makes no sense. I'm sorry.

Here are some games I've become addicted to.