It's been one helluva week. I feel hung over, but I haven't been drinking. I feel vaguely sore, like I've been beaten. I feel all full up with crazy, so no more can be poured in. I cannot entertain any more asinine conversation today. I am unable to raise my eyebrows.
This week I started reading "The Lovely Bones," and I'm sorry I didn't read it sooner, even though it's disturbing. It's well-written, and God bless the author for not writing in a cliched way. It's hard to explain, but so often I feel like I'm reading the same sentences over and over.
So far this week I worked out only twice. I am disappointed in myself. I also ate too much chocolate. I might be PMSing.
My Clean Slate Ridiculous Optimism is wearing off, but replacing it is an Angry Determination to remain in control. I have control of me and it's all I've got. If I allow others' behavior to affect me achieving my goals, I've lost the only thing I have.