Sunday, October 4, 2009

Rainy Sunday

Ahhh, there's nothing like the smell of wet dog when you bring him in from his morning pee. And nothing like the smell of stale cigarette smoke that isn't exhausted because the house is closed up.

This mornings breakfast dishes are still waiting for me. I probably gained another 2 pounds from the glut of bacon I consumed.

Although I wouldn't be doing anything outside anyway, just knowing that it's raining and I can't go out brings me down.

Maybe it's not being on my hormones that's bringing me down. Or maybe it's no job to go to. Or probably a combination of both. Life is sucking lately.

Can you tell I'm not a happy camper? (no need to answer that)

Nothing seems to be going right.

Gee, I hate writing these stupid sad posts. I have no happy ones to write.


ps: (2hrs. later) It turns out, it's a perfect day to put the headphones on and sing at the top of my lungs to Pink Floyd, much to the dismay of Patty Lou! lol


Melissa said...

Let me guess.......Delicate Sound Of Thunder?

Melissa XX

Amy K. said...

I'll be the devil on your shoulder and advise you to belt out another tune for every cigarette smoked. Tell her every smoke comes with a mandatory serenade. If Patty Lou detests the state of her environment enough, maybe she'll cut back a bit. Ha ha! ;)

chrissie said...

Pink Floyd?

See, there's always SOME joy to be found in life....



caroline said...

I have been using Floyd to take my mind off the cramped conditions in the cheapo airlines I have to use to visit family, works a treat, hope I have not been singing along!

Caroline XX

Calie said...

So what is with us TG's and Floyd? Sounds like a thesis for some grad student.

Stay happy, Steph.

Calie xxx