I put on a CD of something I can sing, which ranges anywhere from Joni Mitchell to Soundgarden. And then I sing it at the top of my lungs. Right now, I woke up sad for no reason about 30 minutes ago, and I’m listening to Harvey Danger before I have to go to class (in about 30 more minutes). I just hope I end up going out tonight, because the person I would go with can cheer me up.
I come here, read, or post.
I call angie and we go shopping…usually to the dollarama or somewhere cheap, so I can buy candles, or look for wierd candle holders.
When I am blue at night, I reread old trashy novels, and eat popcorn…or channel surf.
When I am really low at night, I go get the youngest out of his bed and into mine so I can hold him. He sure as hell doesnt mind, and I sleep better with his soft breath on my face.
My husband is usually goofy enough to cheer me up, but if I’m really depressed or he isn’t around I will spend time with my dogs. I’ll take them for walks, play catch or just lay on the floor and curl up with them. They will look at me while I’m talking and I can swear they understand and sympathize.
I will also make stained glass, read, exercise or listen to music and sing at the top of my lungs.