Apathy

I do get like this sometimes. Usually once I've managed to completely overwhelm myself and I've already gone past the "lets burn the house down and start over" stage, I get to the "whatever" stage.

Not exactly healthy. But honest, I suppose.

So there's been the family issues, my house being torn to bits inside and out and no time to be at home, a promotion at work, working on commissioned and personal artworks and trying to quit smoking.

Nothing earth shattering in all honesty. Nothing worth a novel or a clip on the local news. But I feel like I've been buried in the backyard up to my neck . . . and the lawnmower is coming.

I'll get over it. I always do. Just writing this down helps. It reminds me not to be a whiny, wimpy bitch.

So I'm off. Wish me luck!