My eyes will not close. My brain will not turn off. I need an off switch, or at the very least a pause button for the day replaying that goes on every night when I finally lay down for the night. I had every intention of adding to Blanket's latest escapades, but I don't feel funny at all today. I feel weighed down by misery and grief and sadness. And there isn't anyone to share it with. Not that I'm looking to spread the misery, I just wish I had someone that could listen to me and say something to make me feel better. I would like to just cuddle up with my girls and stay in bed and watch movies for a few days and forget the world, but that's not really an option either. And sitting here wallowing is making me feel weak, so I'm going to suck it up and put on my smiley polite face, which is all anyone really cares about anyway, so that's what I put out there.
I keep censoring myself so as to not offend anyone who may read this, but that has gotten me nowhere, so while I'm not going to air all of my dirty laundry, I am going to use this space to be whining and feel sorry for myself today, so feel free to come back tomorrow when I'll be doing a much better job at faking my normal happiness.