A Million Bucks

At the risk of sounding endlessly childish and needy, I have to say, ‘I woke up this morning feeling like a million dollars.

Yes. I feel like a million dollars. Even though every bone in me feels as if it is disintegrating into fruit loops. Even though my pants seem to pinch me tighter after all the eating out I have been doing for the past month. Even though my eyes are heavy with the deprivation of sleep. Yes. I. Feel. Like. A. Million. Bucks.

The past week has been a rush of a week and it does not help when I am moody, snappy and prissy. If experiments possess a neck, I would have strangled it thoroughly. Hey, and think about that considering that they have been chugging along and working fine for the past few days. There are no excuses for this state of me. I know its me when I am on the brink of asking certain individuals, ‘What??? Did you donate your brain to the brain foundation or ate it for breakfast???’ Everything seems to present itself with thorns for teeth. Even the timed toaster has to be watched like a hawk to prevent a carcinogenic supper toast.

I never think I would say this. But this is how it is when Mr. S.O is out of phone contact. I lost my nightly debrief of Cliffnotes on how to maintain your sanity and there is no one else around to administer this remedy for my angst-filled and muddled brain. My mind is filled with so many unsaid things that I am oh-so-certain that it will visually spill over and out through my eyes soon. It would permeate every surface in the room, flowing like hot molten larva, dissolving all thoughts, emotions and breathing being.

Till I get my dose of remedy.

And I feel like a million bucks today, because I am anticipating my next available slot in his schedule. Tonight or tomorrow morning, whichever and whenever Mr.S.O feels like saving the world from self-destruction.