Today was a happy bubble.
And then I came home.
And so I graded papers and let a friend facebook me out of eating the cookies and and the candy and the chocolate satin pie.
And I let Marc Shaiman and Maurice Jarre music me into a dopamine fog.
And I looked forward to a friend's 70th birthday party and wished I would get myself together so that I can be ready for my Masteryear in just over four more years.
And I counted them, those facebook friends all over the world who love me, even though there is nobody loving on me now.
And I remembered Monday, and how it felt to love on myself for a day. And how the sun shone and the music played and the flowers danced and my spirit filled.
And then I came home, and used that happy energy to work the bubble into place to get through the week.
pop
And now I will tuck myself into my little bed and Marc and Maurice will dope me off to sleep. And maybe I'll dream of a place that is not so lonesome as tonight.
1 comment:
I too was hit by the spam fairy and had to start and entire new blog awhile back! I can relate to your words. Last fall I was so stressed out after work that all I could do was come home, blast Pink Floyd's The Wall, and sit back and 'veg' out. Times can be tough. Take care of yourself.
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