Emo Mrs. Melre = extremely sappy

For some reason I am feeling extremely emotional today, as if in any moment I might fall apart and star sobbing uncontrollably or go into an intense fit of anger. I'm not sure what wrong with me. I am going to blame it on lack of sleep, a storm went through last night and I found myself sitting up in bed counting the number of lighting strikes. Needless to say I don't think I was able to go back to bed until 3 am and even then I felt myself tossing and turning the rest of the morning. It's interesting how you get used to things, like the warmth created by another body in the room, but husband was not there last night he is away for the week on business. Usually when he is away I enjoy taking up the entire bed and pulling the covers as much as I want to, and I even get to read for however long I want without having to worry about disturbing someone, but last night was different. Again I blame it on this crazy emotional fit that I am going through, oh and the weather.

Last night I watched Hatchi: A Dog Story which I had gotten front he public library. Beware whatever you do don't watch this movie, this is the most depressing movie ever. I don't own pets but I could not stop crying, and brother was right when he commented that the people that made this movie are the cruelest beings alive. It was way more depressing than Marley and Me, in fact I would watch Marley and Me over and over again as long as I never have to watch Hatchi ever again. So maybe I'm still sad because of the movie.

I also finished reading the Hunger Games, I got the last book yesterday and I tried to read it slow but I don't think it worked out, I was done with it by 11 am this morning. I'm considering reading it again just because I can't bear the idea that it's over. I feel like books are staring to become an unhealthy obsession to me, when I am reading a book or a series it's like I'm on a high, wanting to know the ending, completely putting myself into the story, becoming part of the characters’ lives. Then when it's over I can’t seem to let go. How do I let go of Peeta and Katnis? Yes they aren't real but to me they were, even if just for those couple of days that I held my breath as I awaited their fate. Even on the last page when the book actually ended the way I wanted it to, even then I wanted more. I guess my attaching to Peeta has to do with husband being away this week and do I see a lot of husband in Peeta.

See I told you I was all emotional and weird. Everything feels weird today for some reason. I had absolutely no interest in going grocery shopping and I could not concentrate enough to make a meal plan before I went to the grocery store. Brother and I will be eating the overpriced frozen foods that I purchased because I was just too lazy and indifferent to pick up anything else.

I am also feeling disappointed that now I have to find new books to read, I have officially run out of things I want to read. This is bad, I am considering trying to read Eragon (I tried once but the beginning is so boring), or even reading Breaking down since that movie will come out later this year, it even occurred to me that I should make a list of classics to read things that I have never read like Pride and Prejudice, or books that I always liked when forced to read with High School teachers like The Great Gabsby. I will work on this list.

I think I might need to go get another Brownie from Tiff's Treats to get me out of this funk. I know the brownie would never want me to feel so weird. But even the thought of eating a brownie makes me want to cry.

What is wrong with me? Emo Mrs. Merle is not a good look for me. I am even thinking about going to exercise, maybe it will release some of those endorphins that people always talk about and I wouldn't feel the need to cry every five seconds. Yes, I will do that and while I’m walking away on the treadmill I will think about happier books that I can read next. Or maybe I should take up my wood paining again, no that’s not a good idea it remind me way too much of Peeta and that just hurts.