‘Tis Truly The Season
Ha – ’tis truly the season (thanks to gnome-girl for the link) and so glad it’s not just me having my 19th nervous breakdown about this whole divorce thingy. Got the actual petition faxed over from the lawyer and have just signed it to mail back to him so that he can file it with the court. Ack. I feel like I should have something Wagnerian playing in the background as I drop the envelope in the mail – maybe the beginning of the Der Ring des Nibelungen. And then I have an alternate reality flash where I feel like a Weeble - you know, the sort that wobble but don’t fall down. Just when I think I’ve attained a momentary state of emotional equilibrium, something whacks me upside the head and I go wobbling all over the place, smacking my forehead against the floor and bobbing right back up again, only to topple over in the opposite direction. I know that this will continue for a while, and that the best thing I can do is to take care of myself instead of eating ten boxes of sharp and crunchy over-sweetened cereal (like Cap’n Crunch, which – per Kat - is primo for lacerating the inside of your mouth no matter how long you let it sit in the milk) but the urge to obliviate in a bad way is always there under the surface. I think I’ll do something to my hair instead – take my trauma out on my ‘do. I think I’d look good about 30% blonder. Yeah, that’s the ticket. Highlighting my hair will make everything all better.
Update: I am now actually 43% blonder, and it worked. Yay. Until I got home.