This has been a rough week at work. I’m thinking about looking for a different job. I really want to work for the Postal Service.
I’m excited my best friend made it back home from her Disney College Internship fiasco. I get the feeling she needs me now more than ever, but our afternoon tea, crumpets, and polite conversation will have to wait until the weekend. I can’t wait to see her nonetheless.
Hubby has been working so much mandatory overtime, it’s insane. I can’t stand it. I feel so alone. my depression has really been kicking my ass the past couple of weeks. I’m trying to listen to some Pink Floyd to lift my spirits. I’m craving my comfort food, Dairy Queen. It’s at least a once a week dinner for us. I think Hubby is getting burnt out on it, but I’m in love with it.
Was caught up on my mail yesterday (except for my International Pen Friends List), until today. I have 4 postcards and a letter to respond to. It’s hard trying to write letters when you’re depressed and lonely. I don’t want to sound like a downer when I write so I must wait until tomorrow when my spirits are back in gear.
Until next time my friends… ❤️