There is no shame in crying, right? Right. I try not to do it, though, because I'm kind of an asshole who feels weakest when crying. It's stupid, I know. My therapist and I have been working at it for a while now. So. I've been crying like I'm in every lifetime movie EVER lately and I would like it to stop. My eyes are being leaky due to the stress in dealing with my father's hospitalization, terrible bookkeeping and impending move into our house. (and my own depression, etc) I'm not gonna lie to you, Marge; this is not a welcome change in my life. It is the Right Thing to Do, though, so here we are; the fibro-foggy disabled gal is in charge of things.
Yeah, that's a great idea.
You know what else is a great idea? Building a trebuchet in the yard. No one else seems to agree...
Go get some sunshine. That's what I hope to do.
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