when i went to bed last night with bob dylan’s “tambourine man” ringing in my ears, i was feeling pretty low. i was sad and lonely, having spent entirely too much time by myself this week.

then i woke up this morning, with my brain singing “you come along it doesn’t really matter, i go it alone it doesn’t even hurt, all my life waiting for somebody, ah-ha-ha” at the very top of it’s lungs. or at least that’s what it sounded like inside my own head.

when i got out of bed i looked at the calendar, and realized it still said February, so i turned it and looked at the date. the sadness was just the final hurrah of PMS, which means this month it wasn’t all too bad. and i am thankful for that.

and i’ve started a new story, and that makes me feel good about myself.