So yeah.. this has certainly been a fun week to say the least. Notice the dripping sarcasm coming from that? I honestly didn’t think I could feel this low. I honestly passed depressed and went to blank. Monday this week I cut the inside of my lip deeply when I accidentally banged it on my car. It’s still hurting. Tuesday, my roommate was trying to fix the water heater in the outside closet and accidentally broke one of my mom’s lamps. I’m not mad at her, but I did all of a sudden feel very depressed about it. She died when I was 12, so everything I have of hers—in use, useful, or not—I cherish. My low mood killed a majority of what I’d planned to do that day, not to mention my shoot was suddenly cancelled. Wednesday my cat knocked over my vase of dried flowers that I’d had since I moved in to my townhouse, and had been working on for a year to get just right. Almost half the bouquet has been ruined now. Moving on to Thursday, I get news that I’m not where I need to be as far as my guitar, and with the timeframe we’re looking at, I won’t be ready in time; so I’m no longer the guitarist for Paris Oroborus. My afternoon was spent watching the 6th Harry Potter DVD, which I bought on Wednesday to counter feeling depressed: I tend to want to buy things when I’m depressed. And if my week wasn’t already complete... my car gets repossessed last night. Aside from clothes, and my domme bag.. I had my ipod, my prescription, my planner.. and oh yes… my wallet with my ID and Wachovia card. I managed to find out where my car is today, and I paid a service fee so I can go and get my stuff out of it. They’re open on Tuesday and Thursday so I’m going as early as possible to clear my car of everything. This week has me feeling more broken and beaten down than I’ve ever felt before. I have to say though, I do feel lucky that I have people who care enough—or are just that damn stubborn—to be there for me. You all know who you are and I love you for that.

And thank my wifey for the song that’s now stuck in my head.. heh.