Funk
I'm in one. I don't really know what's wrong. It's just that time of year, or maybe that time of month, or just a bad period right now. I'm sad - I cry at nothing. I'm tired. I'm bitchy. I have no patience for anyone except my daughter. It's not that I want off the train right now - I just need a map of where it's headed.
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Have a bath and some chocolate and understand that you're not alone. I'm coming out of mine (I hope). Here's to the end of yours.
Have a bath and some chocolate and understand that you're not alone.
Not alone... in the bath?? Creepy suggestion, Quinn. Though I second the chocolate.
Normally I dig the funk, but not this kind, soul sister. Is Tampa dreary this time of year? When you can't count on weather, always turn to humor. You'll find that when you cry at nothing, you're also capable of laughing at nothing. Wiener dogs are very effective in this regard.
Creepy not being alone in the bath? I'm picturing Moaning Myrtle, which is not a pleasant suggestion indeed.
Oh sure, talk about Moaning Myrtle because she can't feel it! I was here the whole time, just sitting on the U-bend. (Yes, the Internet has a U-bend.)
Wow... all this discussion over my bathtime. Maybe I shouldn't feel so glum! (still do - blah!)
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