Deep cleansing



Everyone is off watching the Obama-tastic news coverage and I am stuck at my desk answering the phone (which has yet to ring).

I could not sleep last night. I kept dreaming someone was breaking into my house and I would wake up and stare at the curtains and think it was the person who had broken in.

I probably need new curtains.

I am feeling so . . . melancholy? I don't know what is wrong with me, I feel like I am sliding, sliding, sliding . . . but very slowly. I always feel like this should be something I should be able to shake off if I would just try harder. Ugh. I just don't want to do anything, be anything, go anywhere, talk to anyone . . . just sleep, sleep, sleep and sleep some more.

So anyhow, I am going to lock this diary. I don't really ever say much here anyhow, but I want to keep some things private in case anyone should ever stumble across it. When I started this online diary (NINE years ago, but not with this user name), I really liked the idea that someone might find me through a random google search and be so enthralled by my ramblings that their lives would be forever changed.

Hey, I was 25, what the heck.

So yes, I don't need lots of people to read my diary, I don't really even need anyone to, it's . . . I don't know. My head is all foggy and jumbly today I suppose.

So ok, locking up in a few days. Probably a good idea since I am searching for a job too - never know where this thing will pop up.

Username: toast
Password: crumbs

2009-01-20 at 10:05 a.m.