Thursday, January 29, 2009

Hello rope? I need an extension please.

Ever feel like you're in a tiny tiny room with the door glued shut, and the walls have those spikes on them and they're caving in, and you can't breathe because somebody left a tuna sandwich in the corner to rot, you can't stand up because you're completely disoriented, and you can't run because you're shackled to the floor- there might be sunlight, except seagulls shit all over the plexiglas skylight so you can't really tell, and all you want to do is scream or take a hot bath, but you're stuck in this freakin' room?


Yeah... it's kinda like that.

7 comments:

kristi said...

Yep, right there with ya.

Mama Mara said...

Oh, you poor thing. The Jewish mother in me really wants to make you a steaming pot of homemade soup (maybe LC soup?). What's up?

Casdok said...

Yes been there to - but you do eventually find that rope.

therextras said...

Yes, please find the rope!

Perhaps it is just your descriptive writing style, but that's a scary place to be.

Please find the rope.
Barbara

Jules said...

It's been a few days since you wrote this post. I hope you have found that rope! Take care-jml.

kia (good enough mama) said...

Yes, been there. So sorry you're feeling it too. Tell us more about it. It might help to put it out there. Or here. Or something.

You describe this room very well. Have you been in my house?

Terri said...

Just checking in to see how you're doing. Hope things are improving? You are in my thoughts!