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.

...(sigh)

Stephanie
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