Maybe the reason I never want to go outside is because I’m actually a ghost whose spirit is bound to the confines of my cute NYC apartment and actually has nothing to do with the fact that I am too depressed to leave the house for even ten minutes to buy a diet coke from the nearest bodega.
Tonight, however, I really did not feel well enough to go to my roommate’s girls-only birthday dinner. My disease (or the fact that I’m stuck in purgatory) means that I am missing out on integral bonding moments in my life because I’m stuck in bed (or in my head.)
I know my girl friends missed me at dinner, but I am sure they were secretly grateful to eat without the one girl who has dietary restrictions, ha!
Luckily for me I have nice girl friends who want to take me back to that restaurant to sample the vegan-forward at a later time.
For now, my soul is imprisoned in my comfortable bedroom — although, I think my ghoulish white noise is yucking up my WiFi signal.
Don’t worry. I previously helped throw a psychic purple-themed birthday BBQ for that same roommate last Sunday. I will be posting about that creative outlet later on.
Cheers for now. I have some taxing work ahead of me tomorrow and I’m worried now that I will be too anxious to sleep. I’ll be haunting the night until sleep overtakes me and hopefully don’t feel like the dead when it counts.
As above, so below; as within, so without; as the universe, so the soul. (I’m still working on a good way to end my posts, bare with me!)