Today's one of those days when I look at everything and go, "that sucks" and "that sucks" and "that sucks" and "so does that -- it sucks hard," only to realize that the only thing that really does suck is me.
I'm tired, physically, because the nightmares I have every night do not leave me feeling refreshed like a morning breeze.
I'm tired of living in the inbetween-zone. Inbetween two homes, two towns, two jobs -- and all of this without a car.
I think my body is very clear on what it needs. It needs to sleep. But I can't sleep unless I'm on a couch or in bed. And those things are approximately 25 minutes away.
I'm tired of having a lingering headache ever since my ER migraine adventure last weekend.
I'm tired of worrying about money.
I'm tired of Telluride's posh attitude.
I'm tired of needing a haircut. I'd get one if I had access to a stylist whose skills somehow dignified the $60 charge. My stylist in Phoenix only charged $35, and he always delivered a nice, artful cut, so I felt happy throwing a 20-spot at him when it was all over. Makes me want to shave my damn head.
Which I would immediately regret.
Maybe the best way to deal with this is to take my Sticky One on a play date. The Fetch is worn-out and feeling neglected.
No fucking wonder.
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