Head hurts. Neighbor Guy shows up, wants to hang out. He smells bad and hums and frustrates me in the way that on one hand inspires me and reminds me that my depression/stagnation stuff is silly and on another hand tightens the vice around my ouchy brain. Now I'm a bit more psychologically motivated to get off my ass, but the pain is loud and clear. I took more pills. If Hades took me to the Underworld to be his bride, I think the pomegranates would be filled with pills instead of juicy seeds. One more month of winter for each one swallowed, but I agree to the balance to stave off the end of the world.
I want a really great salad with grapes and chicken strips in it, brought to my doorstep by a person who will then keep me company for dinner but only talk of soothing things in low voices and gladly eat with me in the dark, and never even notice the sink full of shnarsty dishes or whatever combination of pants and/or bathrobe I decide to or not to wear.
Thursday, December 03, 2009
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4 comments:
man, i was with you until the eating-in-the-dark thing. i totally have to be able to see my food.
sooo, i'll make you a salad to eat in the dark, but i'll just have a milkshake or something.
Love!!!
Will you and your hubby please adopt me as your child? Please?
My secret word is "gingu." Sounds like a name for a small prissy dog..
absolutely! but you have to come live in nashville for a while so we can finish school...
MY secret word is "parmh" which is one of the cheeses i'm going to get at kroger now.
P.S. Do you ever listen to "Says You" on NPR? It's one of the game shows we enjoy, and in part of it they play something like Balderdash.
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