The Inevitable

Wednesday morning I ran into D on the bus.  It was inevitable and everything went well.  We were comfortable, albeit a little awkward, but that's to be expected.  We chatted the entire ride.

But despite how well the meeting went, it made me sad.

*sigh*

So here's a poem for you to read while I go cry.  It's from the book "count me the stars" by Kylie Johnson (or maybe it's kylie johnson.  I don't know if she does the whole lowercase-e-e-cummings thing) that my mom gave me not too long ago.

Kylie Johnson, count me the stars (2008)

Update 10:01pm: I didn't go have a cry, I decided drinking wine and eating leftover Christmas cookies was a more productive use of my time.

Karaoke was a baaaaad idea

Happy Christmas!!

I hope you all had a wonderful holiday full of presents and family, or church services, or a movie and Chinese food.  I, however, spent my holiday with a cold.  And not a nice one with a couple sneezes here or there, but a full-on cold complete with body aches, a sore throat, an occasional sneeze, itchy eyes, and a stuffy nose.  Because of this unfortunate turn of events, I was stuck with a very difficult choice at Christmas dinner – cold/flu meds or wine?

This was like having to pick one child over the other, if I had children.

So I did what any good parent would do – I picked my favorite.

Wine.

The after dinner activity for the family was Wii American Idol Karaoke, so I think I chose wisely.  What I did not choose wisely, however, was the song to sing.

I mean, to be fair, I didn’t pick the song.  My aunt did.  And I looked at the song and thought, “oh hey, that’s in my key.  And I know the words.  I can totally sing this with her.”

Oops.

The song? “Who Knew” by P!nk. 

It hit me about mid-chorus, a minute or two in, what exactly I was singing.

 

I kept going, kept pushing through.  My aunt had no idea when she picked the song.

Okay, I didn’t cry, thank goodness, but the tears barely stayed in their little ducts before we got to the end of the song.

I’ve been a borderline wreck, emotionally speaking, ever since.  I don’t know whether to blame the poor song choice or the invisible vice around my body made only slightly more bearable with store-brand DayQuil.

I'm blaming the cold meds.