Nov 03 2008
Tears for fears
Sundays are the worst. I can’t enjoy the day off because I am so depressed about going back to work on Monday. Every Sunday night I am transported back to that little girl who dreads having to go to school the next day. Oh who am I kidding, I was a nerd who loved school. That is why this feeling is so foreign.
Thank g-d for Sunday night television. It numbs my pain for a little. My favorite show is Brothers and Sisters. It comforts me immensely to watch a family even more crazy than my own. And, I love it that the family drama allows me to have a good cry and I don’t have to worry what that means for my mental health.
But, tonight I am a little alarmed. The advertisers recognize their target audience - old, sad, broads. Every other commercial is for bone denisty medication, incontenence medication and of course anti-depressants. So, now clearly I have diagnosed myself as depressed (have I noticed an usual change in appetite? hell yes I eat all the time, although that is not really a change unless I am comparing it to that one semester in the sorority house where I dined on coffee and butter spray). Ugh and I will probably need diapers soon or some menapouse fix.
To my readers, if you have the same Sunday blues I have a proposal. Let’s petition for a three day weekend. There are a few details to be worked out, like who to petition but I am too fragile to sweat the details. So strap on your adult pampers and join the Spinsta’s campaign.
Speaking of campaigns, the Spinsta will not be writing an entry for the next two nights. I will be working the polls. So, next time we talk, we will have a new president. Wait a second, am I hearing voices? I just saw a commercial about that too. Uh oh…
spinsta, how was volunteering at the polls? What were you doing? and could you bill for that?