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telarynStarted crying on the drive home from Target this morning. Everything just seemed such a mess, and it all felt like it was drowning me.
If you chose "hormonal" as your response -- you'd be right.
*sigh*
I'd make all sorts of qualifications about the degree of stress, psychic noise, drama and general insanity of this week, but the way I feel right now that would definitely be asking to get hit upside the head. Hard.
Suffice it to say, it's been an ugly week. And not just for me I know.
I'm also going to try really hard not to whine. All the things I'd whine about are filtered through estrogen-induced insanity, so their resemblance to things as they actually are wouldn't even be within the same family tree, so to speak.
I do feel better for the crying jag though. I suspect I truly would have made myself ill if I had managed to keep it together any longer.
Now I think we'll spend a couple of hours self-focused, and getting caught up on those things that have been dropped by the wayside in favor of the needs of my extended family.
Some days it's the only thing that keeps me going -- the fact that the low points never last. Things always improve; it's the way I've made my world.
I got the stuff for Robin's Spring basket. I think she's going to like it -- I got her a new sketchpad, some Faber colored pencils to replace the ones that are getting used down to nothing (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tinne I checked, and the ones she has are Xenox), some Butterfinger candies and a small stuffed Neopet. Signs of an evolving personality -- next year we'll probably dropped the traditional stuffed animal altogether.
I'm also feeling an urge that should probably be resisted to redo my entire slate of icons. :)
If you chose "hormonal" as your response -- you'd be right.
*sigh*
I'd make all sorts of qualifications about the degree of stress, psychic noise, drama and general insanity of this week, but the way I feel right now that would definitely be asking to get hit upside the head. Hard.
Suffice it to say, it's been an ugly week. And not just for me I know.
I'm also going to try really hard not to whine. All the things I'd whine about are filtered through estrogen-induced insanity, so their resemblance to things as they actually are wouldn't even be within the same family tree, so to speak.
I do feel better for the crying jag though. I suspect I truly would have made myself ill if I had managed to keep it together any longer.
Now I think we'll spend a couple of hours self-focused, and getting caught up on those things that have been dropped by the wayside in favor of the needs of my extended family.
Some days it's the only thing that keeps me going -- the fact that the low points never last. Things always improve; it's the way I've made my world.
I got the stuff for Robin's Spring basket. I think she's going to like it -- I got her a new sketchpad, some Faber colored pencils to replace the ones that are getting used down to nothing (
tinne I checked, and the ones she has are Xenox), some Butterfinger candies and a small stuffed Neopet. Signs of an evolving personality -- next year we'll probably dropped the traditional stuffed animal altogether.I'm also feeling an urge that should probably be resisted to redo my entire slate of icons. :)
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10/4/04 12:08 (UTC)I hear The Fates whispering their truths in my ear. I don't want to know, but I can't block them out. Life sucks when yet again, your pre-cog is put to the test and found accurate.
A good crying jag usually makes me feel better...especially if I'm hormonal.
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11/4/04 11:56 (UTC)Thinking of you!
Laura