Sometimes my dramaqueen-ness/emotionality is pretty hilarious. I’m feeling much better now.
TRANSCRIPT:
Panel 1:
Sam: (A person wearing a blue sweatshirt and a pale orange undershirt, who is sitting down and looking directly at the viewer. Eyes have dark circles beneath them, eyebrows are lowered and pushed together, mouth is closed with downturned edges, and there is a black squiggle in Sam’s head. One arm is bent up at the elbow, hand holding a grey blanket up to Sam’s chest, and the other arm is above the blanket, holding a phone.)
(There are seven arrows with words alongside them.)
(Arrow one is pointing to Sam’s phone, the words read:) Broken phone unable to txt people to cheer me up.
(Arrow two is pointing towards Sam’s torso, the words read:) No more anti-depressants left.
(Arrow three is pointing towards Sam’s eyes, the words read:) Lack of sleep
(Arrow four is pointing towards Sam’s head, the words read:) Cotton wool head
(Arrow five is pointing towards Sam’s upper back, the words read:) Painful stress back
(Arrow six is pointing towards Sam’s torso, the words read:) No $$ to pretend to buy way out of sadness.
(Arrow seven is pointing towards Sam’s lower abdomen, the words read:) Pain from bad thing that no-one shall speak of.
Panel 2:
(The panel is split into four vertical slices, each more zoomed in than the last.)
(In slice one, Sam is sitting on the floor, with dark under eye circles, eyebrows lowered and pushed together. Mouth is closed, with downturned edges and knees are up to chest, hands around shins.)
(In slice two, Sam is visible from the knees, to the shoulders, to the head.)
(In slice three, only Sam’s face is visible.)
(In slice four, even less of Sam’s face is visible, the slice is focussed on one of Sam’s eyes, which is overflowing with tears.)
(Each slice has a word, together they read:) So. Alone. So. Miserable.
Panel 3:
Sam: (A person who is facing the viewer, crouching down and looking at two cats. Eyebrows are raised and pushed together, eyes full of tears. Mouth is open with downturned edges, and arms are outstretched from the shoulder, towards the cats.) Kitties! Come ‘ere! I need company and sympathy! Pleease!!
Cat 1: (A cat that is sitting upright, facing the viewer, but looking in Sam’s direction. Eyebrows are lowered and ears are back.) No. Way. Kiddo.
Cat 2: (A cat that is standing and looking directly at Sam, with wide eyes. Back is arched and ears are back.) AAAH!
Panel 4:
TV: And in today’s news: Elizabeth Taylor is dead.
Sam: (A person sitting on an olive green sofa, who is facing both the viewer and the TV. Eyes are squeezed closed and full of tears, more tears are flying from Sam’s face and mouth is open wide, with downturned edges. Arms are bent up at the elbow, palms facing up.) Oh god! Whyyy?!?
ZOMG! I totally had a day (or two…or five) of mega-anxious woe last week.
Something in the cosmos. Or the earth’s core.
Glad you’re mo’ better. XO!
Oh dear! Yes! I think it must be in the air. Maybe it was the universe sending out their condolences about Liz. Hope you’re feeling better too. I’ve always loved how you voice how important angst days are, ‘though. I carry that with me when I’m having the above sorts of days.
Glad you’re feeling better. Here’s a long hug anyways.
*huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuug*
Thanks!
Aw crud. I’ve had some of those days.
Yeh, I think that sometimes they just feel necessary.
AND Dianna Wynne Jones. Wah!
Glad you got to ‘enjoy’ your bad day properly – sometimes I feel like you need to just get it out and wallow for a while. That said, hope there aren’t too many of those bad days in the future.
I know! I’m worried, ’cause these things come in threes….
I definitely agree that wallowing is very important, on occasion, as a part of any balanced diet.
I send bigbigbig hugs. On those days I hang out on Twitter a lot; there are a surprising number of supportive people around.
Totally had that day last week too. Must be somethin goin’ around. 😉
Elizabeth Taylor :'(
Are you turning into a crazy cat lady?
Somethin’ like that bro. BUT they’re not my cats, so I don’t think it counts…
Awww..