There's a small part of me that just wants to quit everything and move away and start over.

So much for this being some new magical fucking year. Back to the same old shit.

I think I need to run away. 

I am quite tired of feeling tired All. The. Time. 

I think I need to change up a lot of stuff in my life, and try to get myself centered, but how do I do that when every moment I'm home, all I want to do is sleep? And then sleep some more?

Ugh. Frustrated. Yet again, tomorrow is another day. 

Tomorrow is a new day. 

The phrase, "Now, don't freak out, but does a history of cancer run in your family?" doesn't really promote a state of NOT freaking out.

Amen

14 III 2014

I can taste Spring in the air. I'm ready to be outside, to be grilling, to be reading outside in the evening light, to be playing with Sky in the morning before work, to open the house and let in the fresh air. This time of year is always filled with so much potential and hope. I'm ready for the weather to turn. Slowly, but surely, it is, and the anticipation is almost more than I can bare. I need the sun, cool breezes on a warm afternoon, flowers, birds singing. It's a balm for the soul that is sorely needed now.

12 III 2014

As I step outside to yet another fresh layer of snow on the ground, the only sound I hear in the muffled stillness of morning is Winter, whispering softly in my ear, "Because fuck you, that's why."





In other news, it is my 17th anniversary at work today!

10 III 2014

It's the nicest day we've had here in months, and I'm stuck at work, catching up, while everybody who didn't do their jobs on time (which is what is forcing me to play catch-up so I stay on schedule), is at home enjoying the weather.

Fun.