Sad Saturday
There are some days where I just wake up depressed. It’s especially fun on a weekday because I don’t have time to cry it out, wallow, and eat a fair amount of my sadness away before having to go to work. But then again it also sucks on days like today when I wake up on a Saturday already crying (and an hour before I normally get up for work, to just make it worse of course) and I curse myself and smack my own cheek for not keeping an emergency bottle of anti-depressants and Xanax and while we’re at it a coffee maker on my nightstand where they would be extremely useful on self-indulgent mornings like this. To top it off, BF isn’t even here to nuzzle my neck or tickle me into smiling or make the puppy dance and sing the Wakey Wakey Song.
