even cowgirls get the blues...
I'm having a bad day, I suppose you could say. For once I actually heeded the advice of the doctor. "Stay in bed." So I did. All day. All bloody day. I stared out the window for hours, watching the sky change colours. The clouds move. The darkness fall. It's twilight now, and all doesn't feel right in the world.
Usually when I'm under the weather, I can remain pretty upbeat about it all. It's wearing me down. I sigh a lot. But I keep the windows open, so the sun shines in whenever possible.
I allowed myself a week. Tops. Actually, I gave myself a few days. *smiles* I am positive and upbeat about it. Eh. Three weeks later. It's getting me down. I sleep constantly. I'm actually trying to combat the blues by listening to Andrew W.K. "She Is Beautiful". It reminds me of high school dance rock.
I had the most fun at high school dances (watch my brain segue). We'd get a big group of girls together and crash them. I was...a tomboy. *laughs* Very much a tomboy. I didn't date much, and the one guy I did see for a decent length of time turned out to be an ass. How I loved my girls. We did absolutely everything together. Then in grade eleven (fresh faced 15 baby) I moved out on my own. It was a different world, I had to get a full time job on top of school. I didn't have a lot of time for the girls. Only one mother would let her daughter spend the night at my house. Grocery days were the best, we'd shove the cart with the groceries in it down the slight incline in the parking lot that was on the backstep to my apartment complex, we'd hop into our own carts...and whoever beat the groceries to the grass got to choose dinner. We learned quickly to only do that if groceries were unbreakable...although whenever I see broken eggs, I'm always reminded of the time Heidi crashed INTO the grocery cart and both went for a tumble. All I remember her saying was "Am I still alive? Yep. I smell eggs. I'm still alive."
So I guess I cheered myself up. When in doubt, throw eggs.
Usually when I'm under the weather, I can remain pretty upbeat about it all. It's wearing me down. I sigh a lot. But I keep the windows open, so the sun shines in whenever possible.
I allowed myself a week. Tops. Actually, I gave myself a few days. *smiles* I am positive and upbeat about it. Eh. Three weeks later. It's getting me down. I sleep constantly. I'm actually trying to combat the blues by listening to Andrew W.K. "She Is Beautiful". It reminds me of high school dance rock.
I had the most fun at high school dances (watch my brain segue). We'd get a big group of girls together and crash them. I was...a tomboy. *laughs* Very much a tomboy. I didn't date much, and the one guy I did see for a decent length of time turned out to be an ass. How I loved my girls. We did absolutely everything together. Then in grade eleven (fresh faced 15 baby) I moved out on my own. It was a different world, I had to get a full time job on top of school. I didn't have a lot of time for the girls. Only one mother would let her daughter spend the night at my house. Grocery days were the best, we'd shove the cart with the groceries in it down the slight incline in the parking lot that was on the backstep to my apartment complex, we'd hop into our own carts...and whoever beat the groceries to the grass got to choose dinner. We learned quickly to only do that if groceries were unbreakable...although whenever I see broken eggs, I'm always reminded of the time Heidi crashed INTO the grocery cart and both went for a tumble. All I remember her saying was "Am I still alive? Yep. I smell eggs. I'm still alive."
So I guess I cheered myself up. When in doubt, throw eggs.