You know you gotta get up when…
* Roommates of pals who don’t even know you feel sorry for your pitifullness and invite you for a long weekend in another state.
* Your parental unit who likes to keep you all to herself is telling you to get out and meet people.
* Nine or ten hours at the job site seem like a refuge.
* Leaving to bust your balls setting up a new store is like an oasis in the desert.
* You can’t see the forest because you just don’t give a shit about the trees.
* You start believing that the ass-shaped dent in your sofa is uber-chic.
* Your fingernails are the only real nutrition you’ve had in days.
* You depress the Hell outta folks with your woe is me blog entries.
You gotta get up. You gotta. Ok. But only ‘cuz I hafta go to the bathroom. Even dents need time to breathe.
Audrey said:
on March 28, 2008 at 10:07 pm
Dee… No one here pitys you. Some of us have been through enough stuff in our own lives to understand what hurting feels like. But you are right, at times like this you gotta pull yourself up by the boot straps and move forward. Invitation stands!
Lu said:
on April 3, 2008 at 4:22 pm
Did that rush over yesterday AM to pick up UPS packages and food count as “getting out more”?
I don’t think so. We are getting tickets for Melissa Etheridage. Don’t panic. It’s not until August so you have plenty of time to get ready.
Love,
Lu