And not in the good way
Current status:
more music, less TV making more art less couch sitting, more walking vegetable supplement pill thingies nettle tea breathing less feeding on the negativity of others, more music keeping my eye on the prize at all times
Deep breath. Trying some new things. Plowing through, as you do.
I had a bit of a meltdown yesterday right before Thanksgiving dinner. Everything had been going more or less okay; I got up and on the road to the parents’ as early as I could, since my mom had texted me the day before, telling me to hightail it early since I’d be trying to outrun bad weather. I was flying solo, as Ray had to work that afternoon. That sucked, but you gotta do…
Toby remembers that his hair has been in a ponytail for the past several hours. Yesterday I drank a big honkin’ mug of coffee on an empty stomach and rode the high for three hours and then crashed like a Wright brother. Then I got real pissy and annoyed with everything and felt gross and fat and blah blah PMS hooey. It was not a pleasant roller coaster. So when I left work and stepped…
I’d like to nominate this for official anthem of neurotic people everywhere: Up with caffeine and down with a shot. Constantly worried about what I’ve got. Distracting my work but I can’t make a stop and my confidence on and my confidence off. And I sink to the bottom and rise to the top and I think to myself that I do this a lot. World outside just goes it goes it goes it goes…
Many many many of the people around me are living low these days, sleeping and drinking and stress eating and generally feeling withdrawn and weird about life as a whole. It’s weird; I enjoyed a string of fairly happy days late last week (due, mostly, to the brisk fall weather) but I’ll be honest, I’ve spent most of my time lately in bed, sleeping more than a person could ever need to, and feeling guilty…
I’m not sure what triggered it (hormones, probably — gah, I am just a big janky blog blob of chemicals), but last night I caught a case of the grumps and I slept on it and it didn’t go away, so all morning/afternoon I’ve been simmering and wondering how I can make it go away or, failing that, figure out the best way to wait it out. Watching the Kings of Leon perform an exorcism,…
Every Saturday the paper runs an agate listing of all the marriage licenses obtained from the county that week. In today’s paper (on B2, specifically), you’ll be able to see that four 14-year-old girls are being married off to lads of ages varying from 19 to 25. While I won’t begrudge anyone her right to young love, I will just offer this (extraneous and unnecessary) proof that 14-year-olds aren’t of sound mind to make such…
Argh, I’ve had one of those pointlessly annoying days, where you wake up to the sound of screeching birds beneath your air conditioner (they’re back), and you amble into the living room to try and get a few winks in to the soothing sounds of the TV Guide channel, only to realize that the various animals you willingly share your place with are not going to show you the courtesy of SingTFU, so you do…
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