Monday, March 14, 2005

work, work, work

Life is just so much work. I've had such a rough weekend, cried my body weight in tears and still feel mushy inside. Mushy and over-stimulated. Decided to treat myself to a typical round of self-therapy last night... white wine, Doritio's and Oceans 11. I ended up drunk, having great drunk-sex, and then crying like an idiot for an hour till I fell asleep in a room that was spinning.


Sometimes the worst thing for me is that I can't (or choose not to) dwell on a life that I can't have, and totally and completely obsessing about someone that I shouldn't. I just have to keep thinking about the welfare of my children.... it's the only reason I'm here.

1 comment:

Gina said...

"great drunk sex" -- wahoo, Val! But I'm sorry things weren't going well. I do hope all is better. Let me know if you need an ear (or an eye in my case) and I'll listen/read.