Sometimes life is like a bowl of cherries....
The spittle covered pits and broken stems discarded in the bottom of the bowl after someone has had their fill.
That sounds so depressing. Doesn't it? I don't feel classically depressed at the moment. Yet, I know that that is exactly what is wrong with me. The insommnia. The headaches. The constant need to keep something in my mouth. That feeling that my day would be so much better if I spent it at home, under the covers with my little white dog beside me.
No thoughts of razor blades, but still...I'm just not feeling up to the day to day grind that is life. I doubt that even an insanely huge cup of Starbucks Toffee Nut Latte could kickstart this ass into Neutral.
Just rolling along. I'm beginning to think that's all life is. Bypassing all the things that I thought I wanted and needed. Putting those desires of my heart further and further into the future. Time does indeed keep on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future....
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