It's ok to rant and lament here without coming off as a limp rag, right? My garden, my place to kick rocks and squash weeds... sigh.
I'm on full PMS, the weather is shit (cold and blowing snow), I slept very badly last night and am now suffering through another major headache, my dogs are depressed cuz they blame me for their boring life and that makes me feel guilty, I feel fat, I'm back at work so feel trapped, and the love of my life is on the other side of the ocean and I won't see him again for weeks and weeks.
It sucks donkey ass.
Sometimes I wonder about the sanity of it all, this long-distance relationship thing. I knew what I was getting into and figured "bah, I'll blow up that bridge when I get there" - live for the moment and que sera sera!
Only now that bridge is here, I'm standing on it with no dynamite in sight, only long lonely weeks stretching ahead of me mocking me with their bleakness. Shovel snow! Pick up dog poop! Get drunk by your lonesome! Wash dishes and shovel more snow, pick up more dog poop and that is your life!
Did I sign up for this? Was there fine print I forgot to read? Fuck. If anyone has therapy to recommend beyond the bubble bath (I would need to clean the bath first) and glass o'wine, please let me know! *cries*