Jane S. just sent a note asking if I was okay? She noticed I hadn’t been updating the Deluded Diva.
Well, to be honest I’m not okay. I’m having a nervous breakdown. I agreed to handle publicity for a major project in my community which is being chaired by three people with different ideas on how things should be run. They each keep making decisions which aren’t shared with the other two and I’m losing my mind.
This morning was the last straw. After revising everything three dozen times and begging the printer for yet another extension, they threw me a major curve ball.
I turned up the music as high as it would go and walked into the shower fully clothed. I began screaming my head off while Vivaldi yelled just as loud on Mississippi Public Radio. That lasted until my throat got sore – I turned off the water and cleaned myself up. You know, I really did feel a little better.
To make matters worse, my mouse died -not the one that roams around my house at night -the one that makes my computer form words. I’m having to use my laptop which has a different keyboard configuration and I erase every third sentence – sometimes a whole paragraph.
Worse yet, Lucky Dawg is very sick – in the dawggy hospital and I’m worried sick about her.
I’m thinking of running away from home.