In bed again, before nine. I'm feeling somewhat better - but low low low low on energy. I can only think of one thing that would make being in bed early much much better. I dare you to guess what I'm thinking :wink:
Pooh on three day weekends where I still have to work all eight days.
Just in case anyone cared to know, I'm allergic to the air, and all of it's pollinated glory. With this said - pollen and grass, mold and dust pretty much fuck me up. When these things are paired with lack of sleep, stress; dry conditions and sunny January's (just one day of rain would make things much better, not that I'm complaining about the sun... Read More
Days can generally be broken up into what most like to call a beginning, a middle and an end. The beginning of the day was so so - full of doubt, and cloudy headed analysis. Self questioning and overall blah. The middle wasn't much better, but due to exhaustion, there was a lack of inner dialog. After that, some of my doubt was answered, and... Read More
they can blur together so easily. they do for me.. I suppose in the end you will have accomplished a lot. there's alot to said for that kind of motivation and commitment. Although, selfishly speaking, it would be nice if you were around a tiny bit more often ...
Today wasn't all that bad. Could have been better, but I received my kiss on the forehead, so I wont complain. The AZA came in for their inspection. One of the guys came and talked to me, which was really odd seeing as out of four other people there, I'm the one not being paid to... Read More
Je ne m'amuse pas. Je dteste les tous les nerfs et veux si trs beaucoup pour les choses aller bien. I want a hot shower, and to lay in bed wrapped in towels fresh out of the dryer. I want jasmine tea and sugar cookies. Back massages and forehead kisses...
Maybe it's the change in medication. Maybe it's the lack of sleep and time. Maybe I'm truly psychotic. I'm so terribly afraid of being a let down to all. A giant fuck up. Every time my name is called while at the museum or the zoo - I'm afraid of being yelled at for something that I've down wrong. I know that I shouldn't feel... Read More
I may have over exaggerated a little on Tuesday when I said that I was knee deep in elephant shit and mud. In reality, I was only ankle deep. Today, on the other hand, totally knee deep. I have battle scares too. Sort of hurt. But I'm not complaining. Too tired to shower. Sorry if that grosses you out. I'm even too tired to dream,... Read More
The best way to feel incredibly unattractive is to spend nine hours knee deep in elephant shit and mud. That's pretty much what my day consisted of - not that I'm complaining. With all of the nerves aside, it went well. I didn't die or kill/break anything... and I like to think that I sort of held my own. Different - but not by that... Read More