So I started wrting this blog ages ago. And it would have been one good rant too. But I must have found a way to deal with it, becuase I can't even remember what it was I was going to rant about. It began as "Okay, could someone please tell me why..." but there are so many different things that I can follow this line of questioning and yet, not one topic that I actually have the energy to speak about.
This morning I woke up with an acidic burning in my stomach, called the office told them I wasn't feeling well and would be late. Three hours later, there I was in office at my desk, desperately trying to get some work done and not trying to wallow in this dark cloudy space I currently find myself in.
My mom called to remind me about the oil in the car, which in its own way can be aggitating (side bar), but I think that this is the first time that I have felt so completely out of control of life.
So I guess, here's my question today well one of many I'm sure I'll have. First of all, why is it that when you try to be your own person, make your own mark, it seems like an impossibility?
There has been one bright spark to my lousy day. :) Pug Mom, I miss our convo's. Link me when the Devil Spawn isn't running you ragged. As a promo...for the satirical life of a pug and his pug mom view - thepugandi.blogspot.com
