Those who feel the breath of sadness Sit down next to me Those who find they're touched by madness Sit down next to me Those who find themselves ridiculous Sit down next to me In love, in fear, in hate, in tears In love, in fear, in hate, in tears Down
Kay here, and I'm feeling a little blue.
So I hope you'll forgive me for departing from the 'writing' theme and touching on the 'self-pitying rant' theme.
Hm. Well, this is what you have to understand about me, I'm actually really bad about coping with stuff. Especially stuff involving those strange things called other people.
So there's the whole traumatic "having-to-go-back-to-work" thing, and there's the whole "my-demanding-daughter-thinks-I'm-going-to-throw-her-a-birthday-party-and-I've-got-six-days-to-arrange-it-and-I'll-be-working-for-five-of-those-and-I-can't-afford-to-let-her-go-to-laser-skirmish" thing. And there's the whole big "Christmas-is-coming-up-and-I've-got-my-brother-and-parents-here-and-I-haven't-even-thought-about-it-let-alone-started-buying-presents-and-my-husband-won't-help" thing and this is all on top of the ever-present "my-house-is-a-pigsty-I-really-ought-to-give-it-a-good-clean-but-it's-too-damn-hot-and-I'd-much-rather-be-writing" thing.
It all gets a bit much sometimes.
But it'll be okay. I did manage to deposit my daughter at a friend's party, giving me breathing space to go get her a present, and some birthday invite cards she can write. And I checked in at Pizza Hut and discovered they are fine with birthday groups as long as I supply the cake. So we're getting there.
And when I went to buy her a card, choosing it was so easy, it basically jumped off the shelf and into my hands. The message:
Anything you can dream in your heart, you can create in your world.