Sunday Blues

There's work to do, it's due tomorrow. I've just had lunch. Thinking about the upcoming week, I can't help but wish time stood still. There are times when tou get tired of problems, phone calls you don't wan't to answer, people you don't want to talk to, places you don't want to go to. That's the life of an adult, though. You do the things you're supposed to, not the things you wanna do.

It's hard to think after lunch. The blood in my brain is descending to my stomach to help the digestion process. It kinda makes me sleepy. I wonder if a quick nap will help somehow. It probably will, as long as it's QUICK. I can't oversleep. Work.

This is the time when people don't understand a depressive mood. I just wanted someone here by my side to tell me everything's gonna be all right. It's not that I don't KNOW it, it's just the reassurance of that person who's so important to you that when she simply says those words it makes all the difference in the world. Leave the hard work to me. I'm not asking for a replacement, I'm up to it, up to everything.

But that special someone would sure make a difference...