Lately I'm tired all the time...probably just fighting off some flu or whatnot, but I'm sick of being...tired or sick or whatever it is.
I feel like my brain needs to blow its nose, sneeze, hack up a loogy (how the hell do you spell that?).
I look forward to the summer, and all the new adventures on my wide horizon.
I am surrounded by motherless sons while I work, and plagued by worries about my own sons going unmothered because I work, though it's not the same...
Sometimes I think that what I crave isn't to write a book, but just to read a really
really
good one.
I have a hangnail.
I got to leave work very early today, and instead of feeling better because of that, I almost feel worse--more tired.
(She said, as she yawned).
Q: Why am I so afraid to let him love anyone but me, when I know that I can give love without taking it away from him?
A: Baggage. Enough to stock the Charles de Gaul airport in Paris on its busiest day.
But all is well, and will continue improving.
Finding my place in this new/old world of mine is taking longer than I would like, but not longer than I expected...talk about a mindfuck! I knew I had idealized this place, and now I'm struggling to find the balance between that dream and reality, my memories and my present. It remains great to be here, but I think I tread so lightly my toes are getting calluses.
Picking a wedding date is, like, WAAAY harder than picking a nose.
Unless it's not your own nose, and the lights are out and the nose's owner is a hyper-active monkey with ninja skills and assorted weaponry.
Cuz...that would be almost as hard as picking a wedding date.
Are you as glad as I am to see that I haven't gotten any less weird?
yeah, it's cool.
Took the kids to the skate park to ride bikes and skateboards today at the height of my lethargy.
They had fun; I blinked a lot and yawned.
Good thing I have the most patient and loving boyfriend/fiance on the whole planet.
He is way too good to me.
He even lets me lecture him on the evils of soda consumption without getting surly.
I know! How awesome is that??
(He thinks that because he is skinny he doesn't have to eat healthily. Wrong, bucko!)
Ok, that is enough for tonight.
Random, gunk-encrusted thoughts look better on a page than they do inside my cranial cavity.
And shit-damn, it feels good to type on a full-sized keyboard!!
Huzzah!
4 comments:
Loved the book comment.
There you are! I keep losing you. And what a marvelous life you're having despite the gunk.
Wedding day -- perhaps you should let fate decide. Throw a dart at a calendar. If you hate the day it lands on, you'll know which day you want instead, right?
So how far are you in the novel? I'll be tapping my foot, young missy! *s* I've given myself the summer to finish mine.
Ha! My word verification is edu pro. That's about right.
Yes, there you are. Glad to know things are going well for you.
You used to be just another west coast (well, west of the Mississippi) person (albeit with east coast roots) who's blog I read linked off of Ms. Dancehall's. Then you came back East and fell off the map. I remember you posted a pic (from the car) of going over the new Zakim Bridge in Boston. I work maybe 50 yards away from the Mass Pike. I got a kick knowing you might have just passed by.
Wedding: How about May Day at dawn with flowers in your hair while people sing and dance the May pole?
As I look back at the phrase "East coast roots" it sounds like it should be used by a hard boiled detective "When she moved to California she tried to dye her words the way she dyed her hair but no matter how hard she tried her East coast roots showed through."
I am NOT a monkey!
;-)
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