I've been terribly busy having a pity party... or a blue funk... or, or just plain ole' de-pressed.
I hate de-Christmasing the house. My world feels so blank and colorless and now I , too, feel blank and colorless. I might as well let my hair grow out to it's real color, mousy brown (with just a few strands of gray mixed in).
I don't want to bathe (my roommates stay away from me), I don't want to talk (so no one speaks to me), I don't want to make jewelry, I don't want to do anything but get in my bed, turn on the electric blanket (it's gray and cold today again) and cry myself to sleep. Well, maybe not cry myself to sleep, but to just sleep, perchance to dream...
Since I dream in full-blown technicolor, my life improves dramatically when I sleep, but never fear... this too shall pass.
Hopefully in a hurry.