I have to do something with myself today. While the dreary cold New York weather is less than inspiring, I have to get out of my house, or at least stop listening/dancing to Tommy Roe's Greatest Hits album in my living room non-stop. I think I need to do some serious spring cleaning of the wardrobe variety. Most of the things I have I never actually wear, and I need to accept that the novelty of a vintage suede fringe beaded vest wears off after you wear it one time.
My room is a disaster right now and that probably reflects my mood. I feel a lot better about a LOT of things, my trip with Catherine has helped my anxiety in a variety of different ways, and I'm totally thankful for that. However, I have switched out my anxious feelings with just general feelings of being bummed. Again, maybe I should chalk it up to the weather, but I haven't been able to get excited about anything since being back in New York. I feel like there's perpetually something more exciting going on elsewhere that I'm constantly missing out on. On the bright side, my lack of interest in much of anything has caused me to lose 3 lbs. since being back? KEWL! Ughh this is turning into a huge pity party. I'm not this dramatic, I swear. I got two really essential Kelly Bundy-esque playsuits for the summer and I can't even appreciate them! SOMETHING IS S0o0o WRONG WITH ME !
I need coffee and a hug.