i wonder if hitting rock bottom is finding regis and kelly live enjoyable, dear i admit...humorous. yes, that was me this morning: belly full of peanut butter toast and chocolate milk, laying on the coach with the world's most comfortable blanket, unable to change the channel, afraid to look up in case i really was down.
because damn that kelly is sassy and witty, and talk about chemistry! her and regis are just a fantastic duo.
watching had me wanting a new york visit. and new york visits get wanting self-gratification, expensive lingere, european shoes, lunches in soho, days dedicated to the MET, and More out of Everything. it's a wonderfully evil place. i'm so overwhelmed with the frustrations of life right now: the fodder of fights and restless nights that most married couples go through that i always thought i'd be cooler than and more prepared so to avoid but here i am in it's grip and it's killing me and thus, annoying the hubs.
i feel so incredibly useless; so terribly upset with myself for getting myself here unprepared and even more, letting it affect me as it is.
a snow cone could fix this all, if only for the sugary ice melting 15 minutes it would take to devour. but oh, Where?