Day 339: Still not

I’m not in the mood for anything apart from going to bed.

Good day to you, good people.


Day 338: Let’s Not

I have quite a bit of work left for this semester. Couple papers and exams left to knock out.

One would think that I would be working very hard on these assignments so that I wouldn’t have to worry about the last minute pressure.

One would be wrong.

I’m pretty sure I’ve got a migraine growing above my right eye. Starring at this computer screen isn’t exactly helping either.

I should take some Excedrin and go to bed.

Day 336: Scrooge

Today, I got cornered by a woman who was way into Christmas. We were waiting to checkout at Walmart. She had a cart full of decorations and made sure to tell me how excited she was about the holidays and how her husband already had the lights up and how she did the tree Thanksgiving night. She obviously couldn’t tell how uncomfortable I was even though I kept dropping my bags of Reese’s Pieces.

At some point, she managed to ask if I had my tree up already and I politely explained that I don’t really care for Christmas. The poor thing look appalled and asked if I was “one of those Jewish types” and said that “that other thing they do with the candles looks fun.”

I was past politeness at this point. I told her that I’m not Jewish, although Hanukkah does seem lovely and that my crippling depression makes most days, including holidays, suck balls.

I was kinda funny how flustered she got. I switched lines and paid for my candy in peace.

The nerve of some people.

Day 331: Giving thanks

I’m thankful that today went so smoothly. No arguments. No infighting. Just one minor head trauma. Kitchen cleaned and house emptied by 5.

I’ll call that a success.

I’m thankful for my big family. My cousins are an eternal trip and their kids are growing up the same way. My mom is getting old but is still the boss. Has no problem keeping everyone in line.

I’m thankful for my little family. My son ate his food and retired to a corner of the house to play Xbox in peace. He’s learned to adapt when there are more people than he’s comfortable around. My husband has blended right in with the rest of my folks. He accepts things that have been going on for ages and rolls with the punches. He’s my shoulder to lean on when I’m consumed with exhaustion.

All i need now are my comfy pajamas, hot chocolate, and a warm fire.