It seems the more depressed I am, the harder it is to post a blog entry.
I got the paperwork back from the attorney and looked it over last night. I see no problems, and I don't see that the husband will see any problems either. I hope that paperwork signed and notarized ASAP.
I am not sure if I am really depressed about the marriage ending, or if I am just depressed. I really think I am okay with the divorce. Last night, I think I was more depressed about thinking that I had fucked up at work, and not really so much about getting the papers from the attorney.
Last night, I drank too much Sherry, and smoked too many cigarettes with my friend next door.
I had a hangover when I woke up. Blah. Luckily, I only have another 40 minutes to go here at work. I am back to part time hours.
Yesterday was a crappy day. I hope this day goes better. It has so far, I guess. I started my period finally after being 2 freakin weeks late. No pregnancy scare here though. Sad, but true.
The husband has agreed to take our german shepherd/lab mix with him. I just can't take care of so many animals. 2 dogs and a cat. Cyrus (the sheperd), is such a cool dog. He is smart, and house trained and everything you would ever need in a watch dog. He also LOVES my soon to be ex. I am so glad that he agreed to take Cyrus. I was so worried about having to take so many animals to the vet, and buying so much food. Yay for me! Yay for Cyrus!
5 comments:
oh man, I'm sorry to hear about your downitudeness. I'm right there with you. I could quote some Khalil Gibran here about sorrow and happiness, but I think I'd seem more dorky than my usual Fonzie-like coolness. Oh who am I kidding...
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
What all that jibbah jabbah means is the extent of your sadness is exactly how happy you will one day feel.
oh, i was thinking just the opposite...That it means that while i am happy, to remember that sorrow is lying asleep in my bed...waiting. Hmmm. No happy without sorrow, eh? Alright then.
Thank you, I really do like your comment. Even if you did blow your Fonzarelli cover.
You blew Fonzie?
Well, you tell me, Fonzie.
Heyyyyyy
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