You can bet that I would be doing something a whole hell of a lot harder than a 24 oz of diet dr. pepper. This has been a week: I broke up. I blew out a tire. I had food poisoning. I accidently watched "My Life In Ruins" (seriously, why do I continue to ignore the metacritic ratings???)
I'm holding on by a thread. SO if you walk by my desk today and wonder why I'm not chirpily befriending you as you collect your coffee, take a minute to notice that I'm wiping my nose on the back of my sleeve and staring off into space and that might mean something is awry. Please just back away slowly and leave me to my desperately sad playlist. I'm pretty sure I'll figure this out and come to some profound conclusion about why I live the patterns and take the risks that I do. I'm sure that soon I'll be messing around like always. I'll figure out how to smile again. I always do. just not today.