Times they are a-changing. The sun is out, the flowers are blooming, and all I want is my dark cold nights.
Don't ask me why, I don't know.
I feel blue. I feel tired - not to mention, my days have been a living hell this week. Every muscle in my body is screaming for some Helga wench to reach right in there, twist them around, and then place them back gently.
I need a good massage.
Then there is the whole seasonal allergies thing. I started the Nasanex back up this week, and I am grateful for the lack of watery eyes and nose - but I feel like instead of it all leaving my head, the mucas is like in those Mucinex commericals, just taking up space in my head.
I am in a fog.
I am still feeling super needy. I am still looking for a happy tree. (Which, btw, I am going to the Birmingham Botanical Garden on Friday with the egyptian for an afternoon of beautiful flowers. Followed by Yogurt at Yogurt Mountain.)
The only downside to this little trip, my freakin' camera is not working. No beautiful pics of the trees and whatnot. The egyptian did buy a new camera, but I seriously doubt he will let me use his. Booo.
To add insult to injury - I got a ticket yesterday for running a stop sign. Yep. $159 due in May. *sigh*
Again - I ask, can I get a do-over?