a very sad case of PDD
Something has come over me in the last hour….blindsided…I am So. Overwhelmingly. Sad. At first, I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from and then it hit me….I have a case of post-Davemeber depression. How sick is that? I need a life. It’s not just about David though, it’s mostly about my friends and the fun I had with them this month….okay, let’s be honest. It’s at least equal parts Dave and my friends…SNL, The Gala and then….last Tuesday…oh God, last Tuesday….was all too much for my poor little heart to take…
I am jonesing for the electrifying anticipation that filled the last 3 weeks…I keep checking the internet for new information and there is none. It’s over. Well, not over, but it’s come to a screeching crawl and I am flailing, desperate, starving.
I cried myself to work on Wednesday morning and at the time, I attributed that drama to sheer exhaustion, but now that the waterworks are back with a vengeance, and I’m working with 22 hours of sleep in the last 48 hours, I can only place blame where I am sure it must lie….in the calloused hands flocked with bitten fingernails strumming that breathtaking snow white les paul and singing “Break your neck for some substance, this is temporary sanity, an exercise in vanity, so long, to the ordinary day wrought with fictitious tales of how there's any other way…hold on to anything at all, it's a long way down between the summer and the fall, if I told you that you're everything would you sing along? Would you sing along?...”