I gather I have been rather down at the mouth here, which is an unfortunate by-product of being really down in real life. You see, and it’s something I’m okay with, I don’t mask things here. I mean, I do, I don’t spill every time I fall off the Q-Tip wagon, or get excited because I cleaned the stairs and the baseboards yesterday (honestly, I had a dewy glow for at least 10 minutes afterward), but I do like to mention state of mind.
So. My state of mind is marginally better. I had an epiphany regarding the already-finished, at-the-agent’s book, which I’ll be working on in the next few days. I realized that I cannot sell books if I do not write them, nor can I get rid of pesky pounds if I do not exercise. Ergo, logic dictates I write and exercise, two of my ‘Take Care of Megan’ things to do anyway, especially helpful when life seems bleak.
And I dreamt about Clive last night. Le sigh.
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Ah hon, I feel for you. My friend and I were saying how hard this month has been for us. I learned the word ‘ennui’ from romance books and I swear it is a perfect description of what I’ve been feeling.
I can’t seem to find my motivation for anything but I’ll have to remember that when I go and see my Doc at the end of this month.
Left to my own devices, I watch too much TV and eat too much. My jeans are not happy with me and my brain doesn’t have the where with all to care!
But hey, at least you had Clive come for a visit
Cindys