Sunday Bla-day

I wish that you could choose your memories...choose the ones to forget, faces, voices, scents....wipe away clean forever, never to return. As hard as I try they slap me harder in my dreams. Which is not a big deal...but when you watch QAF for three days non-stop...you would think that you would have sweet what-nots about Brian Kenny, not some uber guy from your past who was nothing but a mere dangling carrot.

Strange things happened in my complex last night...three fire trucks and an ambulance decided to throw a midnight party in my parking lot...have no clue what happened there but it kept me awake. So I finished Season 4, upset that I still don't have season 5, so I put in News Radio and finally fell asleep around 2ish.

Now I'm awake....I read postsecret today....the engagement one was sad but I could totaly relate. It's Sunday again...time for another job search. I feel that I have lost my NOLA girls and that makes me sad.

just another sunday

I wish I had a glass of wine...that's right...it's 10am and I said I wish I had a glass of wine...I'm beginning to suffer round two of the the blues of not having a job. The first round hit in September....

I still make myself go to bed at a decent hour...no later than midnight...and I still wake up between 8-930am....I roll out of bed thinking...why bother...I don't get out of my pajamas...which makes me feel more like a loser than anything...but I do make my bed...for some reason that makes me feel less lazy.

I don't have the real desire to eat anymore...I make myself though b/c you have to eat...but the shit kicker of it is, I'm not depressed...sounds like it, but I'm not.

Went to my post-opp on Thursday and everything came back benign...so I celebrated Thursday night. We had fun...as always.

I feel that everyone is moving full speed around me and I'm stuck in a tar pit surrounded by qucksand....if you sit quietly enough, you can hear the violins begin to play.

*SIGHS*

I am beginning to feel that this doesn't exist anymore