coping and moping.

Most of my social interactions revolve around me:

 

1. Hastily building a facade of calm so that I don't look like a total spaz.

2. Failing immediately at that venture.

3. Asking about a million questions to take the pressure off of myself.

(4) And/or drinking quite a lot and hastily skipping from topic to topic with much passion and enthusiastic hand gestures for each, albeit fleetingly, as I no longer have any semblance of an attention span.

 

 

 

Which is probably why sitting on my front porch yesterday evening, after the horrifying debacle of losing quite a bit of my current writing, with a novel whilst (on an empty stomach, of course) consuming approximately eight cans of leftover cheap beer from my recent camping weekend was, basically, a perfect night.

 

Until Matt got home from working a very long day around 7:45 to find me quite drunk and not at all packed for the weekend away we're departing on in approximately three hours. Two of which will be spent at my desk, at work.

 

God love him.

 

since the last post i'm : still reading constantly.

I JUST found out it's National Banned Books Week.

.... which doesn't really make any sense, but whatever.

The point of the matter is that I found out on THURSDAY that this celebration existed.

Had I known sooner, I may have taken the week off for an all-out reading frenzy. Next year, I will be prepared.

But then again, that's kind of my life lately anyway. Six books in seven days?

Yeah.

There's worse things to be addicted to. Like heroin. I'd say in the grand scheme of coping mechanisms, I"m doing pretty okay.

If I'm needed you can finding me hunkered down with my nose in a book, ignoring all the current worries threatening to take me to total melt-down land.


XO Sara