Yes, I know it's Tuesday.
But these blues have been hanging around for awhile, now. I don't know if it's the withdrawal from my meds (that I probably should start taking again, but really- what's the point?) or just the inevitable acknowledgement that my life pretty much sucks right now.
While there are so many positives that I could focus on, I can't seem to shake the life-long negative outlook. The past is past, but it's still with me. And it's hanging on tight.
If anyone ever tries to tell me that my grandma wasn't a witch, I'll laugh in their face. She may not have been Wiccan, but she definitely was able to cast a spell or two. And one of them was on me. All those years that my poor late husband thought that HE was the one that was cursed, and it turns out that it was ME all along. Bless his little heart. Yes, my dear mama cursed me. She was just trying to save me a world of pain, her heart was in the right place. It's my own fault for trying to go against it all these years.
This might be my last posting, as I've pretty much given up writing again. Long story. Just know that I am so tired of fighting everybody and everything in my current life.
Oh well. If I get back to the motel right now, I can still make the 12:25 showing of Logan that I promised to take Uilliam to see. Thus allowing me to catch the last bus into town to attend the Rally tonight that my buddy Deyon will be speaking at. Finding a way home afterward should be hilarious. I really miss my Trixie. She was a good car. Until her frame broke!
