Tagged: littlemisssunshine

Perilously close to being a complete snark monster. Have so far managed to restrain myself but HONESTLY. Some people just beg for it. *** Anders is on vacation this week, while I am working. It’s my last week of work before a month-long vacation. I had thought I wouldn’t have enough to do this week, as so many people are already on vacation (Sweden basically shuts down in July) that no new projects are coming in, but I was busy all day today and expect I will be the rest of the week, which is nice. It’s nice to have...

Someone, please, scrape this giant pile of sludgey LETHARGY off of me. I seem to be unable to crawl out from under it myself, at the moment. Gaaah

You know those time warp price comparison charts where you see what bread and milk and gas cost in 1963 or 1955 or 1924 and they just make you gasp with amazement? Here in Sweden, the gas price at my little gas station in town today (not one of the big chains) was SEK 13.66 per liter. There are approximately 4 liters to the gallon. It cost me 750 kronor to fill up my tank. At today’s exchange rate that came to $126. Gas costs us approximately $9.16 per gallon. It’s been this high, give or take a few pennies,...

Urgh

I don’t like beech trees hedges at any other time of year than spring. The dried copper-colored leaves shake in the wind; rattling like great skirts of beetle carcasses, husks clacking together. Though the sun shone today high in a pinked sky and made me happy by still being up past 5 o’clock when I finally left work, it wasn’t enough to shake my mood. Not even roses waiting for me on the table with the smiles of my family and shouts of “Happy Valentine’s Day!” have worked long enough to shake this mood loose completely. This mood that has...

I have WORK ON THE BRAIN and it WON’T GET OFF.

Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’m NOT all that. Maybe I’ve been fooling myself all along. Once I thought I might set the world on fire somehow, in some small way, but right now I’m just flagging; fatigued. Maybe I need to take a closer look and face the facts: I might be neither as young nor as good as I think I am. Thought I was. Thunk. If I were a leaf I’d be spiraling down through the air toward the long decay on the forest floor. Drained of suppleness but bright in color, my deciduous heart. Anger comes first,...

What is the point of having a husband around when he won’t let you put your really cold hands inside his shirt to warm them UP?!