Down in a hole April 6, 2006
There’s a Gillian Welch lyric I was going to use for my title, but I can’t remember it properly and the above is the best approximation I can manage.
I seem to have hit a bit of a pot hole this week. I’m choosing to blame an extended hangover from the migraine. This morning I think I might have hit the bottom of it.
I made Finn cry. I cried. I made Mark cry and I made him late for uni. I’m cold, chilled to the bone and I can’t get warm. The heater is on and I’m all layered up. The thought of going outside just makes me shiver.
This will pass.
the song is called The Miners Refrain.
I’m down in a hole
I’m down in a hole
I’d down in a deep dark hole
I think you should treat yourself to a trip to the Garden show, buy some treats for yourself, and take photos of some the snazzy stuff they have there.
Cheesecake is a known cure-all.
Maybe you’re feeling totally eeked by having a bloody scary spider near the back door. I don’t think I’m going to sleep properly til I hear you’ve relocated her. Hope you’re feeling better soon.
Shit happens. Tomorrow is a new day and a new cup of tea. Hope things look up soon.
I’m going to blame the sudden onset of the horribly wintry weather on my inability to go fifteen minutes without tearing up.
I’m gradually coming around to the Bean’s philosophy
I like Rad’s approach - cheesecake sounds like a marvellous cure. Hope you’re feeling better today.
Don’t get me wrong Helen, I wouldn’t want to be misrepresented. For the record, I am not opposed to cheesecake or brownies or any other sort of emergency sweet, together with a cup of tea… or maybe pancakes… or … Mmmm