Where have I been? I don’t even know. My mind has been running a mile
a minute and I haven’t even gotten anywhere.
It takes a miracle to get me out anywhere. It’s like pulling teeth to
pry me from my “cave” to do much anything.
I remember looking forward to going out on nights like this, my girls and I; simply unstoppable. I spend my days confined to my place for the most part, and I’d be lying
if I said I didn’t like it.
I lay in bed and watch the morning news. Favorite tv shows. I shower,
I get dressed. I read my Books, I’ll clean from time to time, I’ll spend the afternoon moping over some things. I’ll mess around & occupy my mind with
stupid little tasks to fill the time, counting down the hours until I
can climb back into bed to repeat the process all over again.
And here I sit, sick [AS ALWAYS- go me! I can barely walk/my knees hurt this week. No big deal.] , pouring what’s left of my indifferent heart onto all of you. Victims at best.
I need to get the heck out of LA...
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