Monday a Day Late

This is from yesterday. I didn't have a chance to blog in the morning. So I wrote my thoughts down at work. And here they are:

So I'm half way through my work day, and still in a daze. In a foggy daze having the Monday back to work blues. Why yes, I'm sure the time will roll around when it's time for me to go home. And yet that's all I can think about. Why maybe tonight I should surely blog my feelings about today. But we have monday night football to think about. We have a date with Katt Williams - but alas he arrives tomorrow night in my mail box in that familiar red netflix envelope. For tonight I must be content with watching football. I can also buy more watermelon - it seems I need to eat that everyday especially when it's hot. Who wants a cold apple, when you can have a cold, watery, juicy watermelon. Nothing quite like it.

I have an unsettling feeling in my stomach. I want to return to a happy place, to a safe place, something I remember from childhood. I want to close the curtains in my apartment, sit on the floor and hope no one comes to bother me. It's a feeling, a strong desire to go home and not be around people. Maybe this is a symptom of being a hermit. I don't know what it is. Just that I long to go home. To a place that once existed. To a bernadette maurice that once existed. Oh yes, she's coming back. The little girl inside, the little princess. I'm tired of being a grown up. I'm tired of having to be serious all the time. Watching my niece, I remember the unadulterated joys of childhood, the bliss, the happiness, the raw emotions.