Feeling
Feeling: Happy 40% Cloudy 40% Cranky 20%
Pray It Forward: Thanks God. That I’m sort of alive.
Thinking: My tea’s gone cold again.
Listening To: SWV - Rain
“Sometimes it’s soft as a misty rain
That gently touches my soul
It cools the fire that burns in me
And I simply lose control
So just
Refrain - Rain down on me
Let your love just fall like raindrops
Rain on me
Just, rain down on me
Let your love just shower me
Just rain on me
Happy Saint Patty’s Day
I’ve spent the whole day drinking loads of green tea. Why not a beer?
#1: Pizza Jeff hails in from Chicago and warns that the green stuff is warehoused from year to year and more than likely pretty funky.(in a bad way)
#2: I overdid it on Saturday night and woke up this afternoon with a wopper of a headache.
In fact, last night, when I got in…er actually, correction, it was 5:30 this morning, I didn’t even bother moving the stack of clean but unfolded laundry from my bed before scuttling my little butt under the covers. When it got unbearably bright in my room, I grabbed a sock and put it over my eyes. Alas, it slipped off. I then grabbed a bra. This worked much better, I found. Highly recommended.
Projects for the week?
* Start new job
* Finish program layout for the AIDs fundraiser
* Tweak website changes
* Tax shtuff
* II Stix Article & the draft for another publication
* Fix horribly screwed up sleep schedule
* Try not to be a dolt about some meetings I have this week
Poetica Spontenaium
Last night I felt my kidneys shiver
and I thought
Gracious
When will I stop abusing
this frail shell
that houses a confused
and cracked thought
that whispers through and through
the jerking actions of this girl.
I have decided, with heavy head,
the result of extreme gravity following a night of excess and of social abcess,
that sunday’s are meant to have opaque and bleary purple thoughts
that need not be productive nor epiphanous
but murky, muddy, and meridian.
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