*Pout*

[partly]

Just....

*pout*



I felt great all day. Absolutely bouncy. Life was good. Work got done, kids got taught, fic got read, mother-in-law was entertained.

Now I feel... lethargic. Tired. Alone.

Nobody loves me, everybody hates me
I think I'll eat some worms
Big fat juicy ones itsy bitsy tiny one
itsy bity fuzzy wuzzy worms

Gads.

I am pathetic.

And I don't wear pathetic well.

Birds In Art at the Leigh Yawkey Woodson Art Museumis tomorrow. Wil and Kathy (Mother-in-law) always go to the opening. I would love to go. Only I don't want to spend any time with the crowds. And it's really a Mom-Son thing.

I want to go to the coffee shop and do some writing tomorrow. Only not.

I'd like to sleep in. But why waste all that time sleeping?

I'd like to drive down to Wausau and go out to eat tomorrow. Only I'd like to just stay here and hide out from the world.

It's damn near twelve and I should go to bed. Only I'm not really interested in going to bed.

Lovely.

I don't want to do anything I want to do.

*headdesk*



Thanks for your time.