My Mind Has Turned to Mush

Every time I sit down to write a blog post, I end up deleting EVERY. . . SINGLE. . . WORD! I guess it's because I don't want to be a "Negative Nellie."

In fact, I would almost categorize my emotional state these days as "ghastly and horrible." And really, who wants to read all about that? (In fact, I'm afraid my "inner Goth" is coming out. Have you seen me lately? The black eyeliner keeps growing in thickness.)

So, for no particular reason (and with no cohesive topical unity to the above frightful introduction), I'll entertain you with a recap of today thus far:

"My Mind Has Turned to Mush"

- -An exciting dramatic interpretation of a perfectly fine day through the eyes of a melancholy soul who has nothing to complain about but feels like being grumpy anyway.- -

(To the tune of "The Adams Family")

I got out of bed too late.

My kids, dry cereal they ate,

In school to parti-ci-pate,

My mind has turned to mush.

Frankenstein, Don Quixote,

Macbeth and Logic Whoop-ee;

Plato and Wharton you see,

My mind has turned to mush.

Came home and went to Wal-Mart,

(That really wasn't too smart).

I filled the whole dang push cart,

My mind has turned to mush.

I want to get my Master's,

(Will that just prompt disasters?)

I wish I could run faster.

My mind has turned to mush.

(Boo-Hiss, COUGH!, Tomatoes! Boo!) I can only offer my apologies for my inability to sing it for you in person. (Oh ya, and for the poem itself.) But you can do it at home by yourself. All that is required is a bunch of water-based mascara, a truckload of tears, and a good healthy drama-queen attitude.

Never mind. I guess I'm happy after all.

False Alarm! False Alarm! Don't call for the straight jacket!