Maybe I came back wrong?

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.

Back to Me

Those of you who know me will not be shocked by this… but I am 100% psyched to be back to work. I’ve always been a bit odd. But here I am rested and ready to get back into things. The last week has been spent quietly with family. It’s been nice and don’t get me wrong, while I love to sit around and hang out with my family,  it’s nice to be back to my daily routine.  I have honestly spent every free moment of the last week watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which is such a great show and reminded me of something. That’s right our dear slayer has lessons to teach. One- don’t walk in a cemetary late at night and sit on fresh graves unless you have brought a stake; two- if the school swim team has gotten too good and among its key members are the future stars of Prison Break, there is a good chance they have been drugged and are actual fish boys; and three- I shouldn’t stop being myself because it makes someone else think less of me, because than I think less of me. Who knew you could get so much out of vampires, demons and one girl who can kick all their asses. So, while being home and isolated may have lessened the pain and crankiness of some folks, I am so happy to be back. Do you think they’ll let me put a tv in my cube lest my euphoric feeling should fade?