it’s fine, really… 25 June, 2008

i have no idea wtf is up with me lately.

or maybe i do. somewhat. i’ve been crying a lot lately, mostly for easily explainable reasons…the passing of my sweetest binkershnitzel; the deaths of tim russert and george carlin within less than two weeks of each other; the political, economic, environmental and overall global nightmare that has been the bush administration (and, despite a modicum of hope for the upcoming obama administration, the grim acknowledgment that most – if not all – of those problems will take longer than eight years to make right); homesickness; back pain; migraine…all have, with very good reason, brought me to tears in the past month. and it’s not like it takes a lot to make my cry…it really doesn’t. trust me.

but sometimes, i’ve found myself wondering if there was something deeper. well, except with binx…those tears were all for her. still are.

and the migraine. that was painful.

don’t get me wrong, things are pretty damn sweet lately. there is every possibility (probability, if coworkers are to be believed) that i will be an assistant librarian by this time next month. despite my sweetie’s rampant video game purchasing, we are still on top of our finances. we have a beautiful house in a nice area. obama’s the democratic nominee (and likely next president, assuming the repugnant-cans don’t off mccain and resurrect reagan or some crazy-ass shit like that). there is a fluffy, softly wheeze-purring cow-shaped kitteh curled up next to me and squinting lovingly up at me. life, as the commercially-successful products declare, is good.

except i gotta go clean the litterbox.

/cry