A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. ~Maya Angelou

I left my mindsay account logged in. Wow. Forgetful me.

Today I am steeped in my own depressed mood. I need a vacation. I need something to recharge my spirit. The thought of going to work drains me. The thought of getting up tomorrow makes me want to cry.

There's so much I needed to do today. All so I could get stuff accomplished tomorrow, that hasn't finished the way it should have (to my satisfaction or otherwise). I feel as though I am a few dominoes behind the instigator of my scurrying. That no matter how quickly I set to rights the fallen ivory, by the time I reach where I was hurrying madly to get, the goal has moved that much further ahead. The effect is one of a circular nature. One day leads to another, but eventually I am right back where I started, monday, then tuesday, which leads round and round the mulberry bush.

The mood at my work is awash with so many negative emotions it hurts to be there. My home is so messy and out of control that I don't know how I'm going to ever be ready to host the monthly BAN (Bad Art Night). My body and face are showing the signs of stress. I'm not kidding. There's a rash that has started on my face, and is moving... it itches. My skin is dull. I don't feel like myself.

Calgon take me away... Let me retire early. Let me rest. Please world, please, help me out. I don't require much. I just want my library card, a warm blanket, some tea and crackers... a warm soapy wash cloth, a terry robe, maybe a candle, too. And sleep. Uninterrupted, no alarm sleep. Some 8-12 hours of deep R.E.M.

Seriously, I need some help.