Last week I was feeling blue. But being the proactive individual that I am and I decided to take action to snap my mood. Maybe I should gone to a psychiatrist, but that could have taken years and unburied more neurosis that should stay stuffed way in the corner of my mind. No, I decided to take matters into my own hands and follow some solid advice.
- Stay active - I attended book club, and actually discussed book. Was forced to watch "the Biggest Loser." Was grateful that I did not cry as much as Matt. Went out on Friday and to birthday party on Saturday.
- Don't isolate yourself from loved ones - Recieved a phone call from Boo all the way in England. Talked for a long time about her wedding arrangements and opera singing education. Visited friends to watch cable TV. Unfortunately, cable sucks and watched "Rookie of the Year" on ABC Family, but the company was excellent.
- Shoes - Went to DSW with V. Bought a pair of burgundy velvet heels. Very cute, very impractical. Spent much of the night walking around apartment in painful shoes dreaming of possible outfits.
- Get a minor ego boost - Girl's night on Friday. Ate dessert in a restaurant bar, partially spying on a couple on their first date. Went to a really cheesy club. Did not have to pay for cover because S impressed the bouncer with her exotic ID. At the next bar, got hit on by a magician, a definite first for ET#1.
- Remember good times - The lyrics to a Counting Crows's song reads "On certain Sundays in November/When the weather bothers me/I empty drawers of other summer's/Where my shadows used to be." I took these lyrics literally. I found a sweatshirt given to me by Mike L. after a crew race. Part of crew tradition is to throw the coxswain into the river after winning a race. It was cold that day, and I had not brought a warm enough change of clothes. He felt bad, so gave me his favorite sweatshirt for the bus ride home. Obviously I never returned it. Looked ridiculous is XXL sweatshirt, but wore it around town all day.
- Give a little love back - Went to go visit patients at local hospital. Read the paper outloud to nice man getting or got his (it was unclear) gall bladder removed. Avoided NY times Magazine, just in case more installations of Maureen Dowd's essay on Modern women were included. Sang to my niece over the phone.
The truth is I am still a little blue, but I am far from bursting into tears. Thanks so much for all your support. I promise, back to drunken exploits next week.
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Hope you're feeling better.
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