Take me to the station...

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Take me to the station...

...I'm gonna take a freight train down at the station, Lord

I don't care where it goes

Gonna climb a mountain, the highest mountain, Lord

Jump off, ain’t nobody gonna know...

Marshall Tucker Band, "Cant You See"

That's me this evening....bleah.

I slept for two hours this afternoon and um, accomplished nothing. And I have so So SO much to do before Saturday.

I think I overextended myself....sheesh. I still have to make the homemade pasta for Christmas eve, finish food shopping and pick up my elderly mother who lives an hour north of me.....all this before Saturday.

I have to finish wrapping presents.

My dopey cat was never declawed and is having a field day with the new furniture. I fought with him this a.m. and managed to get a few "soft claws" on his furry little ass....we'll see if these work as no one wants to declaw an 11yo cat.

I'm sad as hell.

And this is with *happy* pills....can you imagine what would've happened without them??

Went to the skin doc today and they are making wear the dopey steri-strips for another week.

Cant get the thing wet either - it melts the absorbable stitches too quickly.

That sucked. I'm tired of looking down and seeing the curls of the bandage on my face.

I'm sick of people looking at my face and asking "Oh gawd, what happened to your face?". Had another lady ask that when I stopped at a gas station today.

And Dr W reminded me that I can no longer spend time at the beach like I used to....did you know that UV rays cause skin cancer? We're talking my whole body here, people...he told me that I need to protect any exposed areas.

That sucks too. I love the beach. Spent many hours baking away by myself this summer....it was my getaway here in Florida, the place I ran to when I wanted to be alone to think, to cry, to regroup.

I have no place to run to anymore.

I guess I can slather on the SPF999 creme and dress like those albino-skinned chicks who wear long sleeved shirts and pants and big, flopppy woven hats while it's a humid 98 degrees out.

Seems like a hell of a chore when all you want to do is get lost in thought, in nature....sheesh.

This also means that I can't hang out for long at the upcoming 'Bago in January...Saturday afternoon is "Beach Day" and everyone is going to be there playing volleyball, drinking beer and what not.

I tried to get some of the widdas to shop with me as a diversion. But most must think I'm some kind of shallow girly-girl who just likes to shop...they responded that they all prefer the beach. There may be one or two who will hang out with me...but whatever. Maybe I'll just sit at the hotel bar and get hammered...

Oh wait, can't do that either. Anti-depressents don't mix well with tons of alcohol. But I have to admit that it might be damn entertaining if I did anyway, heh-heh.

Ah, I hate myself and I want to die.

Actually, I have a better one that WB made up: Life's short and then you're dead for a really long time.

Come holidays....hurry up and get over with already.

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