A Little Too Thin and A Little Too Tired
Do you ever get the sense that things can only get worse before they can get better? That's how I feel these days. . . that whatever can go wrong, willI go wrong just for the sake of going wrong. As I write this entry, I am waiting out the days until I get the telephone call that my grandfather passed away. I am waiting to hear news about my step-grandmother because she passed out for no reason at all in her kitchen yesterday. I'm trying to pick myself up after losing a friend two weeks ago. I am looking for inspiration again because I have been suffering with writer's block. I am a little too thin and a little too tired from the stressful situation that is called life and living it.