I keep telling my dogs that, but they're knuckleheads. And then they want to lick my face? I think not!
Am not feeling well today, just run-down and mentally icky. Everything seems to require an effort, even smiling and breathing - all I want to do is get drunk and sleep. And if you know me at all, you know that I don't particularly *like* alcohol, I just drink it to feel numb.
Is it the holiday blues?
Where has my spunky happy self gone to?
Why am I missing Vegas so much, when I'll see him again soon?
I'm pissed at myself for "wasting days" like this, I know each and every one is precious and should be savoured and appreciated... Getting old and having regrets is one of my biggest fears. Is it really all about mind over matter?
How do I trick my mind into being happy, ffs? If anybody knows... please enlighten me.