May 29, 2004

steppin' out

I’m showered, dressed, and in a half hour or so, I’ll actually be leaving my apartment.

Finally.

Okay, so I did take two mini-trips out to the street today. Even made it all the way to Third Ave before it all became too cumbersome and I had to come back.

First the nightmare of weirdness, then the worrying.

I’m crossing my fingers that this is just some freak hormonal mishap, and that I have spent my day feeling like something, somewhere, has gone terribly wrong as a strange, strange exercise in futility. I fidgeted, I paced, I made phone calls and when that became too much of an effort, I slept. I spent the afternoon as a shut-in of sorts, mentally kicking myself for wasting such a gorgeous day (but it was windy though, right? I’d have hated the wind) and really great hair.

I even cried at the end of Stuck on You. If that doesn’t deserve a big What the Fuck, I don’t know what does.

Seriously, folks? It was torture.

I’ll be the last girl to advocate blaming spastic behavior on hormones, but maybe just this once, I’ll take one for the team. Because short of that, I really have no explanation. Unless something terrible did happen and no one’s told me?

This Fish needs a Xanax.

Posted by This Fish at May 29, 2004 10:18 PM
Comments

Sometimes, even Fishes need their meds. Nothing wrong with that. True, it's harder to mash Xanax into a mixture of fish food flakes, but not impossible. And I have faith that you'll make it happen.

Posted by: Esther at May 30, 2004 01:17 AM

You're a woman, you're allowed to feel like that sometimes! At least that's what I always tell myself

Posted by: JustAgirl at May 30, 2004 07:46 AM

Everyone has off days. And sometimes a day "shut in" is totally what we need. The last one of those I had I watched Henry & June and ate ice cream (both of which totally made the being shut in worth it.)

Posted by: Kim at May 30, 2004 11:48 AM

Yeah, I'm with you on the all-hell-has-broken-loose hormonal shifts. I cannot be convinced that it does not have something to do with that whole Venus/Moon conjuction. As a Taurus, both those planets figure significantly in my astrology, and while I don't wake up to read about my day in some general snippit next to the comics, I do know that I used to be scared of the moon when I was wee and that being ruled by the goddess of love, beauty and to a degree, hedonism has always suited me to a tee. Sigh. Who knows the reason? Perhaps it is just our time to decompress, to retreat from the effects of a society whose main function seems lately to just overload our senses til time spent in a dark cool cave seems like a very good idea.

Posted by: Vicki at May 30, 2004 12:43 PM

Women think they have it soooo bad. Try being a man and having the cable TV go off in the third inning. Take about stressful situations. :>)

Take care, Fish. Sometimes we actually worry.

Posted by: Michael at May 30, 2004 12:58 PM

I'm all about being accountable for one's emotions. *However*, I always blame spastic behavior on fluctuating hormones!!!
3 Cheers for Xanax!

Posted by: ellephantom at May 30, 2004 02:43 PM

or maybe you just need a little love.

Posted by: nanner at May 30, 2004 08:36 PM