I think it's funny that I start questioning what I am capable of and then get sick for 6+ days (still going strong). This cold is really, really kicking my fucking ass.

Heavy.

It has been suggested to me by a licensed health professional to seek al-anon and coda meetings. I am bitter that I have to go to meetings because my family does not want me to be healthy and succeed. That is all.

Should we do a thing for my 30th?

I tried acupuncture today. Afterwards I was SO intensely calm and smiley. I was SO TIRED when I got home that I almost fell asleep on my kitchen floor (was looking in the cabinets for food, felt like just rolling over right there on the floor...). I just woke up from a 3-hour nap and I feel like I weigh 4 billion pounds, like poorly washed hawaiian ( Read more... )

If you are uninterested in my tummy troubles you can skip this post ( Read more... )

Goddamn everything is weird and none of my fucking business usually.

In response to Mandie's comment on my last entry, update on my health:
( Probably talked about this stuff in other places on the internet already. )

I packed my bag and a small lunch and the two books I'm reading and had a lovely drive up to the Peace Pagoda. The air was much cooler up there but not so cool that I felt odd in my shorts and tank top. I sunned myself on a flat rock and watched the ants bother the dragonflies. I listened to the bullfrogs sound like the kind of music "yoga" tapes ( Read more... )

It's still cracking me up that I serve as some kind of millenial oracle when I get good and hammered. I was blackout drunk. What did I say to Ellen, again ( Read more... )