Having once again gone through a Buffy marathon, as I do pretty much every time I have the chance- Its a sickness really- I noticed a theme. After her friends pulled her back from her brief death, she continued to mumble “I think I came back wrong.” I’m starting to think maybe I did as well. Although, I wasn’t dead, I have been having some issues for the last couple weeks. Perhaps even though I made it to the other side, I made it wrong. Things just seem off lately. Not with everyone mind you- but save my hubby and a few other folks who still seem to be on my side. I feel like some of the others may have fallen off the thisgirl bandwagon. Problem is, I don’t know why.
And sadly, I kind of need some of my more support-y folks right now. With granny legs in the hospital and the mass exodus at work, my stress levels are a bit through the roof. Feeling utterly disconnected right now is probably some sort of crazy side-effect of everything I guess.
But at least if I had some idea what the deal was I could try to fix it, but alas, the best I can come up with is I came back wrong.
