Tuesday, hmmm

Oh for change.   I wonder if the phrase "descent into madness" is accurate.  Ascent into madness might be a better way of saying it.   Reality sucks, and sometimes I ardently think it would be nice to not worry about any frickin responsibilities and let my mind and its demons prevail, to slip away.  I'm trying to write more, and do 5011 other needed activities, day by day by day.   Madness seems preferable at times, especially when I'm so bored with this routine that I want to pull my hair out. 

How are people all around me so seemingly satisfied?   I don't want to wallow in my psychological state of dismal outlook, but pretending I don't feel this way does not work, and usually makes me angrier and more despondent. I grin forcedly, so it actually is a grimace.

Doggy barks at the most useless times, and I yell at her because I'm high strung and can't stand the noise.   Poor doggy Delilah, who only wants to protect her home from strangers and possible thieves.  What she does not recognize is that every Tuesday the Buyers Guide guy comes to deliver the weekly.

Gotta run, any dear readers, to get outside kitty from the vet.  For practical purposes, I have called first to ensure that she is ready to come home.  Nope, glad I called first.  The vet techs want to bathe her out of kindness and make her pretty.   Sugar was "worked over" yesterday by a nasty stray dog.  If I get ahold of that dog I'll ...

I'm still in Oklahoma; even the state's name is hokey and "behind the times."  I have seen all that there is to see, and I want to leave so greatly I can hardly bear it.  Useless.    I'm sure there are others who can relate, but life is just listless and dull any more.   I drag my feet today, and nothing sounds fun, just seems banal.    Taking small steps is even difficult, yet it's as simple as walking into the kitchen to pour another cup of coffee.  It can be done.  : o )

Angie Peyton called me today; I was approved, yay.

Checked on the neighbor's dog, he was happy to see a human, and his tail knocked over the garbage pail. 

Dishes rattle in the sink like dry bones, and the toilet tank begins running all by itself from time to time.  Amuses me.