I am having a funky day. Not a good funky, like�. I don�t know. I don�t know from good funky. Bad funky, like the smell of an antique taxi cab that�s been in storage in an old outhouse, and someone thought that today would be a good day to take it out and drive it leisurely up and down my personal space. It�s such a beautiful spring day and all. Sigh. Just a passing mood, I�m sure, brought on by the (really) stupid fight Hero and I had last night, and in front of the kids, too. Parents of the year, we are. Anyhow, this too, shall pass, even though it doesn�t feel like it right now. Right now, I can clearly recall and list each and every dramatically bad, train-wreck-diary thing that�s happened in the last few weeks, even though none of it was really dramatically bad at the time. Except my cat, Anna, dying. Mav was the one who actually took her to be put to sleep, so she could die with some dignity left. Still, the suck. Sigh. I feel a little better just for having vented here. I�ve been kind (somewhat) to myself today, cutting down on the housework perfectionism and the to-do list, and mostly creating, and playing with the kids. I feel slightly guilty, which is stupid, since everyone needs to recharge now and then, and I need to stop trying to do so damn much overall. Blah. Ok. End of journal entry, off to distract myself from little things that are happening that make life seem like it�s heading downward quickly.
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LATELY
My New Page - 2006-04-15
Life is a Magic Thing, Woah. - 2005-11-18
No Dooce for You! - 2005-11-09
The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me - 2005-09-05
Ugh. Grunt. Some Other Stuff. - 2005-09-01
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all words � ME, 2005.