Oh, That's Just a Skeleton Playing Bass.

wearing: Roots sweater, flare jeans, fleece liner from coat
eating: nothin'
listening to: 'the trouble with love is' by Kelly Clarkson... lol!

I feel like I've been on another planet today. It's so strange... like I'm living outside of my body or something. Perhaps this has something to do with my little tumble onto the ice this morning at curling... heh. I just don't know. But my dad called me about an hour ago to tell me he lost Buddy. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but when one loses a beloved pet, isn't one - especially one who is female - supposed to be upset? ...Depressed?? ...Bereaved?!? I thought so. But I wouldn't know because I felt nothing. It's weird because I am a 'feeler.' Usually I feel for myself, for my friends, and for the old hillbilly down the street! But now when doggy does a disappearing act, I am unfazed. True, I bitched my dad out with every particle of air held within my delicate lungs - and then some, but emotionally I was hardly more than ticked off. It's so weird!!!!
Anyways. . . the only exception to this... this... whatever 'this' is, is when I'm with The Maestro. I am always quite enlivened in his presence, hehe! . . .I'm happy when I'm with him.

I should go now, but a follow-up is sure to come!!

ta da!