My house is so nice and quiet right now. It is a rare thing. Usually there’s talking or laughing or loud voices or the television or something. It seems like the house is taking a deep breath, sort of like the quiet before a storm. The quiet is nice, but also strange when you’re used to the craziness. It leaves me torn. I appreciate the quiet time to myself, it’s not something I get very often. And I usually don’t really get to take the time to enjoy it, as there’s always something that I need to get done. However, it feels like something is missing when the house is this silent. And, I have to run out and get the missing noise makers right now.

Have a snoozy sense of the bla’s,
No skip or tra la la’s.
No energy, drive or ounce of pep,
I can’t take a single step.

I wish I had my old self back,
When everything was still on track
No headaches or hurt or shooting pain
And nothing wrong with my stupid brain…

I’m obviously having a crappy night,
With pain in my face, both left side and right!
So I’m taking my crabby ass to bed,
Hopefully tomorrow I’ll be more positive instead!

Argh…

Hopefully one day I’ll get it right, or at least have fun, while about it I write!