I am sitting here with the radio blasting just to drown out the parade going down the street. I can't get downstairs(24) alone, Hubby is at work (hmmm) personally I think he is probably watching the parade, any how my pity party is going full blast...
I don't drink except the extremely occasional glass of wine and all I can think of is going out and getting so drunk that I crawl up the stairs (maybe with less pain than usual)... It seems like the whole world is laughing and partying and here I am, crying into my coffee and computer... how pathetic is this?
Anyone here care to chat or something.... keep me from doing something stupid...