Rock Bottom

Another Saturday spent eating Doritos and watching Buffy. It was halfway through the bag when I realized that my life was deader than Spike and Angel. No friends usually means no life. Now why couldn't I find a man who'd love me the way Spike and Angel loved Buffy. Why couldn't I find a love that would last and not take ever shred of dignity and strength I had left every time something went wrong. Maybe it was me. Maybe there was something wrong with me.

It wasn't really that I minded being the “S” word, I just missed having things to do. When I'd gone all carreer woman I'd neglected my friends and family to the point that I had none. My parents had died 5 years ago in a car accident and since then I'd lost touch with both my sisters and my brother was M.I.A since the funeral, even to my sisters. Sitting in my bed I relized how much I missed them. I glanced at the alarm clock next to my bed and groaned at the time. Insomnia really was the mistress of pain.

I crawled out of bed, turned off the TV , slipped on my froggie slippers,(bunnies are too over rated), and continued to the living room and the light from my computer screen. I sat there and stared trying to decide whether to enter the World of Warcraft. Is this really what my saturdays had really come to? Late night Buffy and World of Warcraft? My head hit the desk with a loud thud. This really was rock bottom. Add to late nights at the bookstore and the four cats who slept on my bed currently and you had my life. Again....thud. I was utterly pathetic. And with that last thought sleep took over me and I fell under slumped against my desk.





Not too shabby. I like this beginning better than my other start :) too bad that no one reads my blog to tell me if tis good or not. *sigh*