Nothing Going On With Me

Been a little down. Could have had something to do with

A) Little bit lonely lately.

B) Watching Benedict Cumberbatch drown in a movie (Third Star) because his character was dying of cancer and chose to go out into a bay in Wales and go under rather than be in pain anymore. Hard to watch (not as hard as watching him scream in agony because his friends had lost the box containing his morphine, but STILL.) Watching the tears leak out of the corners of his eyes was enough to make me want to turn it off. I hate seeing people I like in pain; ditto for this. I was hurting with him.

If you ever actually read this, Benedict, (because I'm sure he searches his name on Google more often than he cares to admit,) I'm letting you know now that your friend David Tennant evoked almost the same reaction from me when he did the movie about the head injury. So you did fine. Brilliant as usual. Scared the heck out of me with the screaming and the drowning (feel free to enlighten me as to how you pulled that off, because for a couple of seconds there I thought you actually drowned.)

Back to my misery, y'all! Onward!)

C) When I was on the bus yesterday, no one would sit next to me. Don't know why. That kind of made me a bit depressed.

D) Then on the way back from the store, a short, rather pudgley woman in a pink shirt came and plonked practically down on top of me. She was very rude about it, didn't even apologize. That wasn't exactly what I meant when I said I wanted someone to sit with me. I was hoping they'd give me some personal space when they did it.

I am off work in 15 minutes (that is not a negative!) (Progress!)

I get down sometimes, but I always bounce back up. Takes awhile but I'll get there.

Gotta go finish some stuff!

Ta,
Bec