My Story

pumpkins at midnight

many versions of the fairytale of Cinderella include a pumpkin being turned into a carriage as transportation to the grand ball...but then at midnight, everything returns to the way it was...and almost every time, the pumpkin is destroyed, crushed, popped open, burst, and left to rot in the dust.

why do I relate to that pumpkin tonight?

I had a good, 0 conflict day with Mom, no calls from work, got to do some sleuthing and some math.

I even made plans to go eat pizza with Jenni, which I've been craving for .months. now.

But as I'm crawling into bed tonight, I feel drained, spent, forgotten. Like I wish someone would check up on me, but I also don't want to be a bother or a burden this late at night....

But feeling that way doesn't make sense, because I didn't even do all that much today...