Tuesday, July 24, 2007
The Blues is not just a river in Egypt....wait, what?
The past few weeks, more or less, have been a big pile of tired and frustrated, punctuated by insanely happy and wonderful times. However, right now I feel like a large, sad black man has taken my soul hostage and is singing the blues right into my brain...and it's not really as uplifting or as fun as I had hoped. J and I have always struggled with depression, so this is nothing new. But I want to cry right now; thank the god or gods of pity that it's nap time. Part of the malaise is that I found out today that a client I really wanted went somewhere else, part of it is the sleep funk. I'm not sure what the rest is, but I'm fighting this with organization (I'm cleaning out and re-organizing closets) and with loving my family. But I pity everyone else I'm around, because my little black cloud is not fun to get near. The kids here are exempt...I'm not going to let them have a bad day just because I am. But everyone over the age of 6? Watch the fuck out.