Sore Throat

Yep, I have one. I went to bed with a mild scratch in my throat and woke up with a full-blown earache and throat ache. Now, I would be okay with this except for the fact that starting on Monday is my Singer's Performance Week.

And I CAN'T SING!

I can't even do a simple exercise like "zi-a-zi-a-zi" without squeaking on the middle notes. There's no way I'm going to be able to reach a G note above pasaggio now. God, this is where you come in. Because there's no way I can sing like this. >.<

Other than that, I have kept myself busy with writing like never before. Is this the work of Prozac? I hate to give the credit to a drug but I think it may be true. Ever since I was put on Prozac I have had an incredible urge to work on the novel that I've never written.

Also I've been planning on getting my hair cut short, you know since I've had trichotillomania. (I hate how weird that word looks, lol.) Even if I have to wear a hat for awhile because I don't like the cut, it would be very freeing. Then I'd let it grow out long again. Anyway, it would be fun to mess with having a "bob" for awhile, don't you think? Hahaha.

And my sister Leanne says that once I get my hair cut short we're going to play with hair colors. I want to try a dark, rich auburn. Or even a blonde kinda like yours, Earwen. What do you think?

Tired

I'm always either tired and happy or tired and sad. Does that make sense? Maybe it's the Prozac, but I've turned into a sleepyhead all over the house... in my sisters' bedrooms, on the living room couch, even in the back concrete stairwell (which, unfortunately, is filled with earwigs).

I'm also sufficiently troubled at this moment.

Troubled and tired.

Bah Prozac!

Mom took me to the doctor today to see if I could get on an anti-depressant. Mr. Doctor-Dude said I didn't need one particularly, but he said I could try it and it might help. So I'm now on Prozac. (Makes me think of the one guy from "The Sons of Provo", hah!)

And I just realized...

For years and years, probably from eleven on or so, I've wished my life to be "interesting." My journals are filled with, "I wish my life was interesting!!" (Boy was I whiny!) Well, you know what? I think it is. I got what I wished for. Now I will view this difficulty differently. It is, as you might say, writing material. For my memoir!

I shall make the best of it.

I shall treat these problems in a way that later I will be proud of.

After all... it is going in my memoir. :)