You are cordially invited to my very own pity party!
I am having a moment of silence for myself as I wallow in my self doubt and feelings of anger and pain. After my big revelation of everyone getting 5 minutes I had given someone 5 minutes, 10 seconds and then took offense and let my feelings get hurt. Well, it was a good thought anyway. It is so hard when someone is so blatantly mean to you and puts you down to your face and then whispers behind your back just loud enough for you to hear. I want to yell, and point out all their flaws and imperfections. Scream how great I have been to them and how much I have sacrificed for them. Oh gag, now I really sound like a mother! And not a good one at that. So, tonight I am venting and hoping no one reads it before I delete it. I have served cookies at my party, but me being the only one to eat them, I have almost eaten myself into a sugar coma. Oh well, a little rest could be good! Here I lay me down to sleep, a bag of cookies at my feet, I mean a bag that once had cookies, at my feet. If I blow before I wake I pray it cures my belly ache! Well, happy days tomorrow, right, it can only get better.
