Weekend

The week had passed quickly and I was certainly looking forward to being home for two days, just as I always am. Work is draining. I was looking forward to writing more wordage on my Nanovel, and playing with DD.

However, I think I turned into Hormone Hell by mistake. Sometimes you just can't see the warning signs until it's too late.

Hormone Hell: pop. 1

Saturday was a good day. I wrote 2,000 words, and DH took us out to eat. We came home and watched movies. Maybe I shouldn't have watched "The Alamo." I have to add another line of dialogue to the "things I wish I had never heard or seen" category. Billy Bob Thornton, as Davy Crockett, talks about how he was fighting (massacreing) some Indians. He says they shut the Indians in a lodge and set it on fire. Afterward, as they dug through the ashes, they found some potatoes, and because they were so hungry, they ate the cooked potatoes: potatoes that had been cooked in the fat of the people who had died in the fire.

Yummy.

On Sunday, DD and I watched the Barbie movie "The Princess and the Pauper." I think that is when my depression hit full-force.

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

Prince(ess) Charming is a load of crap. No one loves anyone that much. I am embarrassed I let my kid watch such a blatant piece of propaganda. Sigh.

I wish I wasn't so cynical. I wish I believed in soul mates and all that crap.

It's all crap.

So here it is, Monday morning, and I'm hoping this week passes quickly.