In the last hour, the 'chick has been fighting off a panic attack like you would not believe.
For a Friday, it's been a horrible, god-awful day.
If the moon wasn't visible, you'd swear it was full.
One of the 'chick's co-workers lost her mind, went off on another co-worker and quit. Then changed her mind and still resigned but decided to stay until either the end of December or the end of January - the 'chick is unsure of the details.
Another co-worker had a run-in with the director of a day program. Insanity.
The holidays are looming.
Traffic was hideous.
Rockboy's band is playing at some party and no one seems to have the address where they are to play. He's promised to call back soon with the address but that is not nearly cut and dried enough to comfort a mama's panicking mind.
Redneck is still struggling with dental problems and doesn't feel good. He's not answering his phone. The 'chick is not sure if he's going to appear tonight or not.
She really, really hopes so because tonight is one of those nights when she desperately needs to just curl up and be held. Hopefully it'll work out. She doesn't need anyone to solve her problems - she just wants to close her eyes for a little while and know it's ok.
Because, y'all, it sure doesn't feel like it right now.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Sunday Scribblings: In The Last Hour
Posted by Roadchick at 5:17 PM
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9 comments:
It sounds as though it wasn't just a tough last hour, but a tough last day! Hang on in there, the future hours are bound to get better. And for what it's worth, I still love the quirkiness of your writing style, that is definitely something you can feel good about.
I like the line, "If the moon wasn't visible, you'd swear it was full." Hope your day is looking up soon.
ahhhhh the ole "mondays masquerading as a friday" thang! Hope everything gets better and I am sure it will.
BD
oh roadchick-grrrrrl...you ain't kidding about my last hours being better than yours.
WHAT the FECK?
hopefully, the only direction left to go is up.
Hope the 'chick has had better hours since the last one she blogged about.
Sending her cyber ((hugs)).
If things aren't okay now, they will be at some point in the future. I hope you reach that point suitably unscathed.
Best wishes. :-)
As the Buddhist's say "This too shall pass".
Now if only those words could comfort me when I'm having a panic/anxiety attack!
To say I hope things look up soon sounds inadequate, but I really do hope so!
like desert rat, I like and relate to the line about the moon. I sure hope things clear up soon.
Sounds like a bad hour and bad day. Hope all is better in your world by now!
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