I find myself unable to do simple things... even typing this message it's hard to get the right words out before I forget what I want to say and find some new task to worry about. I roam the house more than our cat with millions of things that need doing, but nothing I can do. Part of that is due to 8 ft ceilings and loving bf not wanting my still recent surgery having butt to fall, as i'm known for doing such. (I want art on the walls but we haven't painted)
Maybe I should have posted this as a rant. I dunno. Ugh i'm tired of the fireworks in the neighborhood. Sorry. I hope someone understands me. I know you say you do, but I don't know. It's hard to talk when I don't really know what's going on myself. I keep repeating words of a Colin Hay song in my head, "the world it won't wait for you. he's got his own things to do." I thin it's really it's not his but his is what I keep "hearing" I guess. Inner voice, not actually thinking someine is singing to me or anything.
Okay, this thing got long and crazy. Hope someone finds something worthwhile in it.
