So…about today’s post? Ugh.
I woke up yesterday feeling like my chest was being squeezed with 57 bungee cords. Today I woke up feeling like my chest was being squeezed with 57 bungee cords AND like I had bowling balls for tonsils. Son of a…
I stayed home from work, slept as much as I could, finished up the girls’ Valentine’s Day gifts, and finished up the two posts I’d written over the weekend. Yesterday’s post wasn’t fun, uplifting, or funny. Today I had hoped to write something good, great even, as a follow-up.
In the past two hours I’ve written three full posts and have scrapped each one of them. The first made me sound like a complete a-shole. The second exposed too much about people who didn’t sign-up for this. The third was made up of stupid words thrown into stupid paragraphs and it made up a worthless post. I don’t have it in me to start all over…for a FOURTH time. At this point in my evening, as if a bungee cord squeezing my chest and bowling balls for tonsils isn’t enough for one day, my head started pounding.
Winning!
Rather than posting something horrible I’d prefer to just admit that I feel like junk and cannot for the life of me write something worthwhile tonight.
TODAY: What if despite my best laid plans, sometimes life interrupts, and I have to give up and just go to bed? Consider the towel thrown in.
MAMACADABRA 