My life is soooo much better off the narcotics, and I'm having less frequent and less painful headaches, blah blah blah, but right now I'm so crabby and feel so crappy that I woudln't mind being a zombie again on those damn pills.
I hate that feeling.
And today's my anniversary and I forgot. And he didn't. A card was waiting by my bedside when I got up. How could I forget that? What a heel I am.
Am I abnormal to be looking forward to menopause? These hormones are nothing but trouble, I swear. And I don't want any more babies anyway, because I now have the perfect child. And I was a bad mother today because when she got to school she was cold, so I obviously didn't dress her warmly enough.
As far as art goes, right now it's ppllllbbbbtttt!! No go, Houston, we are no go. I got nothin'. Since Dad died, I just haven't felt like it. I owe a mini zine for a swap on Swap-bot and I'm a month late now, at least.
I have felt like doing crafting, sewing, tho. I'm almost done with a quilt I'm making for a friend who's had a bitch of a time with a custody battle in an ugly divorce. She just got her house and her kid back, and the psycho bastard that was her husband took all the blankets, among other things (all the silverware?! Who does that?). So this is a sort of housewarming and heartwarming gift. And it's been very rewarding and healing for me to work on.
I started working on a new afghan after Dad died, and I'll probably go back to that soon, although now it's time to start making Christmas presents. Which does make me happy to think about. It's just this week, I have to get through it and I'll be much better.
Here's my crochet squares that I did while at my Mom's after Dad died. Aren't they happy? If you have a favorite crochet squares book, tell me, because I can't get enough of them.
Well, I guess that's it for now. I have a bodymind wellness group that I go to tonight, Thank God.