BREAK TIME IS OVER!!

OK... my month-long break is OVER OVER OVER...  

it has NOT been good.  In fact... it totally sucks.  

("Sad Slug," by Jamie Fales)

I feel like a slug... 

a sad, depressed little (huge) slug... 

AND I have gained 10 pounds this month.

Yes, you read that correctly:  TEN POUNDS!

I'm sleeping restlessly... 

the man in the chair is bugging me... 

and had a HOT FLASH a few minutes ago!

That's when it dawned on me... 

Apparently, my body is NOT READY to FLY... by ITSELF at least.

I hate this feeling. 

 If I didn't know better, I would think I had clinical depression!

I need to find out WHY, 

and IF we 

really NEED need these breaks, 

because I was doing so well...

I'll try again next year... IF EVER... 

or NEVER

Instead of Feeling like a WOMAN... 

 I am feeling kind of sad... Maudlin... meloncholy... self-pitying... sentimental... 

I need to find the nearest Music Millennium ... are they only in Portland?

Instead of singing Shania Twain, I'm humming the dark side of Joni Mitchell...

I think I'll light some candles... relax in the tub... 

and listen to a little Simon and Garfunkel... 

...but first I need to place my Amberen order... if I can summon up enough energy.

I probably missed the 25% sale... oh bother...

Don't call me... I'm taking a nap...