Lack

...it seems I have a knack for this.

I have spent the last three days being sick. When I am sick, I get down. No, not like the dancing.

Being sick requires you to lay in bed, stare and the ceiling, and do nothing but think. You spend time with yourself and are your own company.

I am grateful to Marci for making me juice and taking good care of me. Bless her heart, she sees me being all moody, which sucks, and there's very little to be done about it. Sorry, Marci! I love you, girl. Thanks for checking on me even when you have your own set of sad this week.

Anyway, here is what Iam feeling:

I lack compassion for people at times.
I am angry when people don't have compassion for me.
This is called being a hypocrite.

I lack whatever it is that normal girls have that makes guys want to keep them.
I don't understand what I keep doing wrong.
This is called being bitter.

I lack a full time, grownup job with a decent salary.
I have two degrees and still work three jobs just to live like I'm still in college.
This is called being ungrateful for what I have.

I lack sufficient good humor this week to not be a total drag about the above listed items.

Blurgh.