The blues.
Or, as I like to call it, just sittin' around feelin' sorry for myself.
But, always a bit proactive in my wallowing, I've at least managed to pinpoint some key elements of why I'm feeling this way.
And, strangely, just had some of my nagging feelings put into words by a 12th grader.
I'm not sure whether that's reflective of his maturity level or mine ...
But, always a bit proactive in my wallowing, I've at least managed to pinpoint some key elements of why I'm feeling this way.
And, strangely, just had some of my nagging feelings put into words by a 12th grader.
I'm not sure whether that's reflective of his maturity level or mine ...
posted by Tracy @ 12:32 PM
1 Comments:
At 3:31 PM,
Anonymous said…
Please don't knock those of us with a 12th grade maturity level. We're a very sensitive lot.
Dan
Though I am sorry you're feeling blue. I know how that goes. Talk to the dog. It sometimes helps.
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