I am stuck in a funk and I need to get out. Like, right now.
It seems my winter blues have turned into spring blues and now they are alarmingly close to becoming summer blues. I must not let this happen.
Summer is too bright and cheerful and warm and happy for me to be feeling so glum.
What's even worse is that I don't care about what I look like anymore. I looked in the mirror three days ago and screamed.
I am a wreck.
My gorgeous designer summer dresses are still packed away. I haven't even touched my Jimmy Choos or Kate Spades in ages.
Today I went to work wearing my boyfriend's gigantic button down white long-sleeve shirt and a pair of torn blue jeans. I also wore his watch. I had huge dark circles under my eyes and I was so dazed, I forgot to brush my hair.
My hair looked like this (not kidding):
Sure, my look sounds very Kate Moss, but remember, I went like this to WORK.
My editor took me aside and (to my horror) told me about our company's counseling program.
Unfortunately, I can't afford to go. It's very sad.
I think I just need to get my act together. Start going to the gym and get my blood pumping. Stop drinking so much (four nights in a row, woke up to find an empty bottle of Chianti on my night stand), and quit being so dazed.
I swear the days just go by in a blur. Sometimes I will just sit somewhere and stare into space and not care about anyone or anything. Because nothing matters.
I wish I had money. I think shopping would cure my blues...