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A Grumbly Tuesday

The thing about cutting a knuckle is that it takes FOREVER to heal, because you are always ruining the scab by doing crazy things like bending your finger or taking a shower.
 
I kind of hate my writing class. For all the wrong reasons, essentially because I am selfish and arrogant.
 
Occasionally, I want to be dating or married purely so that someone else can do the tasks that feel too tiring for me. Things like filing taxes, calling someone about that weird sound in the sink, creating a website or picking up fresh vegetables when I am all out.  (A good roommate can be somewhat like this – on Sunday, Nadine put my laundry in the dryer when I realized that I wouldn't be home until 11 o'clock and couldn't go to bed until my sheets were dry.)
 
My hair needs cutting but I am cheap and indecisive so it's just getting longer and dead-er and frizzier. It looks awful and it's MY OWN FAULT.
 
I wish I was good at everything.
 

Comments

Teagen said…
It's okay Beth. Things will get better when it's no longer Tuesday. Trust me.
MLW said…
Did you know that yesterday was Blue Monday?
Thom said…
I'm sorry that this post made me smile more than most other posts, especially the ones about happy things.

Also if you were good at everything you'd miss the joy of getting good at something.
Ruth E. said…
Agreed. Somedays are just miserable and we need to wallow in that. I was there yesterday too. In fact at breakfast I said something like, "I'm in a bad mood and I feel like making everyone around me miserable too". Thankfully saying it out loud made me laugh and lessened my blues ever so slightly. I say wallow away! No judgement here.
Beth said…
Teagen: Thank you. I think this is true.

MLW: I heard this. I'm apparently a day behind...yesterday I was quite content.

Thom: You're not sorry. Also, the thought of you laughing at me made me smile. So it worked out in the end.

Ruth: Thank you. Saying it out loud/writing it down DOES take the sting out of it a bit.

Here's to a new day!

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