(btw, this is my SECOND TRY since my computer crashed the first time)
I was all set with this pitiful and depressing post, and when I sat down to type it (twenty minutes ago, thanks to Windoze crashing), I looked around the blogiverse a bit and realized that I just suck. I’m going about it all wrong, I need to fix my attitude. I need to be more positive.
See, self pity sucks, in a big way. And being depressed sucks even more. But unfortunately they are suck a big part of me that I can’t seem to shake them, not that easily.
So the post I had composted composed in my mind went something like this:
Movies not to watch when you are depressed:
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Lost in Translation
Saw
Music not to listen to when you are depressed:
the Eagles
How’s this?
Every night I’m lyin’ in bed
holdin’ you close in my dreams,
thinkin’ about all the things that we said
and comin’ apart at the seams.
We try to talk it over but the words come out too rough.
I know you were tryin’ to give me the best of your love.
Oh, as if that weren’t bad enough, here’s more:
But every mornin’ I wake up and worry
what’s gonna happen today.
You see it your way and I see it mine
but we both see it slippin’ away.
You know we always had each other, baby, I guess that wasn’t enough.
Oh, but here in my heart I give you the best of my love.
Yeah, we’ve got your Eternal Sunshine, right here baby.
So, enough of that!!! I won’t post all that drivel. Instead, here is today, summed up in a paragraph:
We woke up this morning and for the first time all week nobody was sick. My wife let me sleep an extra hour and got up with our Morning Bird, which is something I deeply appreciate. We got dressed and went to breakfast at a local diner (since nobody felt like cooking at home) and then drove to dallas for the irish fair. Well, for part of it. We saw some people we knew, met up with some family, drank some guinness, had kettle corn, and then drove home. We arrived at 11:00 and everyone went to bed, except I had 20 oz of truck stop coffee at 9:00 and can’t sleep and instead am stressing about how I’ve managed to ruin a twenty year marriage, so I did the dishes and sat down at the computer, which promptly crashed. Which brings us back to Doh.
See? Isn’t that better?