Bad Days

Last night was a bad night.

Today is not a good day.

I’m sore as hell, having a hard time focusing and I am painted blue. 

I get this way.  Sometimes.  When my brain chemicals get all mixed up and my neurons don’t fire correctly.  Different issues that I normally have under control sometimes rise to the surface and needle me a little.  It’s okay, because I know this too shall pass.  Until the next time… 

Everyone around me seems to be having babies.  There are a lot of pregnant people with twins.  Two for them.  None for me.  Happy for them.  Truly, but sometimes I get sad for me.  Don’t take it personally…it’s just the way I feel sometimes and I certainly don’t want to shake my blue paint off on anyone else. 

Good news on the pigeon front.  They were successfully captured and rehomed this morning to a man in Beverly who actually raises homing pigeons.  Decided at the last minute to turn them over to him instead of the animal sanctuary.  He knows what he’s doing and the chances of a hawk eating them at a later date is slimmer in Beverly than it is at a farm in Mendon.  So as of this morning they are gone.  I just hope they don’t fly back to my house.  Beverly isn’t that far from where I live.  I was told that because we fed them they now associate our house as thier homing place.  Oh well, what was I supposed to do?  Starve them to death?  I’ll just keep my fingers crossed he keeps them caged for a little while until they get used to their new surroundings.  Bye Clara and Carl Canoodler.  It was fun while it lasted and other than your shitting all over our porches, stairs and cars, well, you were nicely behaved guests.  I hope you enjoyed your stay at Casa Melancholy.

Dogs are good.

Today is Brian’s Birthday.  I was so foggy this morning when I got up that I didn’t even remember.  Before we left to drive me to work Brian held out his arms and said, "Happy Birthday to me."  I felt like a total asswipe of a wife.  We are celebrating this weekend.  He’s off.  We aren’t going away like planned because I refuse to pay extra at places simply because it’s a holiday weekend. 

Come on 5:00 PM I can’t take much more of this today.  When I think it’s going to be another 3 hours until I am home again I could honestly bust out bawling.

Today is definitely not a good day.