Of snow. You dirty birds!! What were you thinking?? Well that bastard Old Man Winter has come back to remind us what month it is, and what a bitch slap of a beginning to February! I had an appointment today with Dr. Drugs – cancelled it. When there’s over a foot of snow on my car I automagically get a pass from doing anything. That’s just how it is! The car ain’t movin’! My ass moved, a little, for a walk to the grocery store, and I was disappointed to see that the main streets are clear. The only reason my ass moved, is that this year I discovered something so incredible, so life-changing, it *almost* makes winter bearable! That something is fleece-lined leggings. I wear them every day! I wear them under my pajamas! I’m so sexy! They are my second skin. If there were a fleece-lined catsuit, complete with hood, I’d wear it. Hmmm….. am I a good enough sewer (person who sews, not the place where you flush your shit to) to pull this off? Probably not… But shit! You don’t know me! Why can’t I LIE??? Yeah, I’m gonna make me up six colors of fleece-lined hooded catsuits. Stripes!! Sequins!!! Fur!!!!! Everyone will be so jealous! There. That’s my story.
So, I will have to go for a makeup appointment tomorrow with Dr. Drugs. I’m not doing that hot, I have the blahs in the worst way and am struggling to function. But if I tell him that again, he might make some change to my medication that I don’t like. So, I might just lie. Am I the only one who lies to doctors? It’s a delicate balance to strike, between “Oh I’m in the shits” and “Oh, please don’t hospitalize me”. Isn’t the whole “Fake it ‘till you make it” strategy basically the same as lying? Well I’m gonna Fake It ‘Till I Make It out of the appointment tomorrow. Then I can go back home and hide in my bed. For six more weeks. Holy frijole I’m depressing MYSELF! I gotta get back to being in the moment, like, yesterday! (Get it?) Ok. I have today. Today I ate right and took my medicine and sat in front of my light and exercised. All the right things. Now I’m connecting with you. I will let tomorrow take care of itself. See? Fixed.