Little sparrow. 
I hate days like today.
Did any of you folks out there ever watch any of the old Garfield TV specials? I’m not talking about the Saturday morning Garfield and Friends show, but the primetime half hour special shows on, I think, CBS. Anyway, there was one that started out in shades of grey, and an announcer came on and said, “Please do not adjust your television. All of the color has gone out of Garfield’s life.”
That is how I feel today, except about myself. All of the color has gone out of me.
I feel bland and drab, sad and tired, dumpy and frumpy. Drab clothes, drab hair, drab me. I feel about as sparkling and charming as a Styrofoam cup of driveway mud. Not even interesting enough to be called ugly, just plain. Yes, I already used drab, but drab it is. Drab is me.
I did two things today that had the intention of livening me up a little, but I think they just made it worse. One, on my lunch break I bought myself a little sparkly gold necklace. Holding it makes me feeel like I’m standing next to the prettiest, best dressed girl in the room. You know that feeling. Instantly the dress you liked before you left the house looks all wrong, and the shoes you loved so before are suddenly two seasons out of style. Bathroom stall, you are my only friend. Two, I went to Starbucks and got a latte and a pumpkin muffin. Um, self, hello? The last thing a dumpy bloated female needs is to go out and buy herself is food. Hello, Guilt, welcome back. Want some chocolate?
So, yeah, this is not the most cheerful place in the world at the moment. Neither is it the saddest! It’s just like me, drab.
Want to come split a grey muffin with me? You can have the biggest piece.