My Turf

The holiday season always, always depresses me.

It’s probably because it gets me thinking about certain life facts that remain the same and do not show the slightest glimmer of hope of ever changing.

Zigh.

My laments then remain my laments now.

More than 4 years have ended since I wrote this, and not a thing has changed. Well some minute opportunities came and went, but none brought the person I wrote about on that lonely evening of 2003.

Who are you? Where are you? Do you even exist?

Boo-hoo.

End note:

Well, I was given momentary reprieve from my drama-queen rantings last night after the unbelievably tiring (try decorating a gigantic venue then doing tech direction immediately after–I was a useless, unmoving, terrible-headache-personified heap come program-end) company Christmas Party.

Why? ‘Cause I won a washing machine in the raffle! Wahoo! Yipee! Yay!

So there I was in my 80s attire (leggings, giant hoops, curly hair…all that jazz!), tired as an overworked horse, jumping up and down like a lunatic in front of the tech booth! Hehehe. 

I’ve never won a thing in any raffle, so I am taking the fact that I won a decent appliance this year as a sign that my luck is finally turning. 

Happiness! Thank God for small joys.