I'm pretty much in a funk. A deep, dark, blue, sad, numb-handed funk. My body just keeps betraying me over and over and over again. I'm 33 years old and I am a sad person with numb hands and it's just pathetic. I try very hard to look at the bright side, or to at least not focus constantly on the negative, but right now it's pretty hard. I ate ice cream for dinner, I haven't been drinking (yet), and I am positively melancholy. The Boy will be home soon, and he is sooooooooooo nice and such a wonderful person and he always wants to make me feel better and he takes it so personally when I don't.
On the up side, my diet coke well runneth over and I have a job that allows me to pend $4.00 on a pint of ice cream that I will eat in secret while crying and bemoaning my various woes.