Pity party for one, right over here

I have nothing to complain about...if you ask most people. But, I am going to have a pity party for myself. Tomorrow, I am going back to work. After being off for 14+ months. Only part-time. Three days a week. Actually two to start but hoping three soon. I was reminded I am a girl today too, which doesn't help with the emotional part of me(90% in case you were wondering). I want to go out and make some money and feel like I can do more then sing and perform(rather well if you ask me)the "Silly Dance Contest" by Jim Gill. Check him out here. Maggie thinks I am freakin great, btw. Maggie is going to a babysitter that is not family for the first time ever. That makes me sad. Can't continue, can't see through the tears. Pity party for one, being seated immediately. Very blessed, still pouting. Can't make complete sentences. Shit. Seriously...