My life has turned into a boring pop song
Have you ever had one of those days, where you just don't feel like putting on make-up, or doing your hair?
The first set of clothes you see on the floor, weather dirty or clean, are your set uniform of the day.
You force yourself to brush your teeth, get in the shower, and comb your hair, only because you don't want to have a distinct ugly stench for those you just so happen to run into.
I'm having one of those days.
You know what I noticed? Although I love this time of year, with the trees turning beautiful colors, holidays around the corner, and cooler nights to snuggle up in bed for longer amounts of time. For some reason, it puts me in a mild state of depression.
Have you ever noticed how incredibly euphohric you feel when that first day of summer approaches? I certainly have. But I don't seem to have that same euphoric sense when the first day of winter approaches.
It's not a wrist-slashing depression. It's just a 'I don't feel like doing anything,' depression. Options seem to be limited, and it seems to take much more of an effort to do things when the days consist of early nights, cooler weather, and a chance of rain.
So, I'm here at work till 11 tonight. My hair is up in a pony tail, still slightly damp. The only makeup I have on is leftover from yesterday that my shower somehow managed to miss, and only part of my clothing that has been washed within the last 48 hours is my underwear and my bra that is constantly unhinging itself. [But I still wear it because the straps don't slip off of my shoulders, sometimes you gotta make sacrifices.] I have cramps that my Ipuprofen doesn't seem to want to deal with either. And I have a slight ingrown toenail. For some reason, for the last couple days, I've had a sharp pain under my right breast, and my stomach feels as though I've been drinking all night. A hangover without the previously-drunken-night. Now that's just not fair. I blame it on Aunt Flo.
So, I'm not really having a bad day. It's just not a very good day. Tonight is so slow that the only exciting part of the day is the amount of towels I hope to have washed and folded by the end of my shift.
Someone save me.
The first set of clothes you see on the floor, weather dirty or clean, are your set uniform of the day.
You force yourself to brush your teeth, get in the shower, and comb your hair, only because you don't want to have a distinct ugly stench for those you just so happen to run into.
I'm having one of those days.
You know what I noticed? Although I love this time of year, with the trees turning beautiful colors, holidays around the corner, and cooler nights to snuggle up in bed for longer amounts of time. For some reason, it puts me in a mild state of depression.
Have you ever noticed how incredibly euphohric you feel when that first day of summer approaches? I certainly have. But I don't seem to have that same euphoric sense when the first day of winter approaches.
It's not a wrist-slashing depression. It's just a 'I don't feel like doing anything,' depression. Options seem to be limited, and it seems to take much more of an effort to do things when the days consist of early nights, cooler weather, and a chance of rain.
So, I'm here at work till 11 tonight. My hair is up in a pony tail, still slightly damp. The only makeup I have on is leftover from yesterday that my shower somehow managed to miss, and only part of my clothing that has been washed within the last 48 hours is my underwear and my bra that is constantly unhinging itself. [But I still wear it because the straps don't slip off of my shoulders, sometimes you gotta make sacrifices.] I have cramps that my Ipuprofen doesn't seem to want to deal with either. And I have a slight ingrown toenail. For some reason, for the last couple days, I've had a sharp pain under my right breast, and my stomach feels as though I've been drinking all night. A hangover without the previously-drunken-night. Now that's just not fair. I blame it on Aunt Flo.
So, I'm not really having a bad day. It's just not a very good day. Tonight is so slow that the only exciting part of the day is the amount of towels I hope to have washed and folded by the end of my shift.
Someone save me.