Humor

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So here it is . . . the pit. Well, I suppose it is more of a pothole really but it certainly feels much deeper right now. I don't even know how I fell into it. One misstep and BLAM! I was on my behind at the bottom scratching my head and wondering how the heck I ended up here in the first place. Looks cozy enough - There is even a nice little pity pot for me sit and mull over the glorious day I have had thus far.

So, I am sitting here in my perfect little pity pot. It's actually about the size of a small pool right now, care to join me? There is plenty of room for two. Watch out though, there are little creatures below just waiting to bite you on the butt. I haven't yet been pinched by their pearly whites but the way this day is going I am certain it will happen soon.

Don't worry, I won't bore you with the details of my plight. I'll simply say that I have good reason for my brooding, at least it seems like a worthy reason at the moment. Tomorrow it may appear trivial as I know that something even more dreadful will overshadow today's events.

So much for optimism hu? My glass is half full, it really is. Unfortunately someone has replaced it with a dribble glass and positive thinking is doing nothing more that dripping off my chin and staining my shirt.

Oh if only the sad sound of a sigh could be written. It is said that for every dark cloud that looms above there is a silver lining. It looks like tin foil from here and that only reminds me that the house trolls will be wanting to eat tonight which means I will have to claw my way up and out of this wretched little hole and put on a happy face.

I think I might just order pizza and lock myself away in my room for the night. I wish my house had a tower, that would be perfect for a day like this. I could run, sobbing up the dark, winding staircase and throw myself down upon the beautiful canopy bed at the top of the tower. I know, makes no sense but there is always a pretty little room at the towers peak in the movies isn't there?

I doubt my prince charming would saunter in and wake me from my fitful slumber with the sweet kiss of truest love, freeing me forever of my torment and whisk me away into happily ever after though. Nope, not my Romeo. He'd probably forget all about me until he ran out of clean underwear.

I would cry it out but then I would have a stuffy nose and a headache. I would scream but the neighbors would think I'm nuts. I know, I know . . . I am deluding myself. They all came to that conclusion loooong ago. I'd pull out my hair but . . . ouch. I'd break something but then I'd just have to clean it up and in doing so would cut myself on a broken shard of whatever and bleed to death. Too dramatic.

I guess I am doing the only thing I can do, write about nonsense and nothing until I feel better. You know what? I think it's working! I actually do feel a bit better . . . I still wish I had a tower though. The drama of it all would be so grand!

Tonight will be one of those nights that I must end with my knees on the ground and my eyes toward the heavens. He'll know how to fix it before the new day comes. CRC

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