365 of 366
Dec 30 365/366
...and now the hard part begins.
I'm so painfully non-inspired, that I'm literally just standing here, attempting to convey some of the annoyance and aggravation I'm feeling at life in general. I can't even bring myself to do something fun and stupid for FGR's last days.
How ridiculous is that, considering that tomorrow's the last day of my 365?
Everything going through my head is so pathetically trite -- nothing profound, nothing interesting, nothing particularly intelligent or observatory here today. Nothing you haven't all heard before from a slightly heartbroken, clinically depressed old theatre queen.
On top of everything, I've got "the crud' again and running a fever. For frikking New Years Eve. Grand.
Anybody got any prozac? This st. john's wort shit ain't cutting the mustard.
Oh, and if one more friend of mine loses a mother in the next couple weeks, there will be hell to pay.
I'm sure I'll be back here in a couple hours to edit this description, but it's a stream of consciousness thing right now...