Good Morning,
I haven’t written in so long, I feel as if the keyboard is certain that I’ve forgotten.
Actually, it’s not just the keyboard that’s certain, so am I.
I’m not sure where to begin.
I’m consciously choosing to do something that I don’t want to do, that I’m sure that I will hate doing, simply because it will help another out.
I’m consciously deciding to do something simply because I need to, not because it’s the easy way out.
I’ve decided to just relax and go along, because it’s important.
The thoughts in my head are running at full steam ahead, when my hands are typing at a sub par level.
Writing has just gotten to the point that the muscles are atrophied in my head.
This is not good.
On a brighter note, my wrist is doing a bit better.
I broke it August 1.
Not knitting or painting or writing almost killed me.
I think I lost my mind.
It was relatively easy to do.
We had family to the house over the weekend.
I’m still recovering.
I might get caught up one of these days.
I might
Been doing the flylady dance again.
I’m angry.
I’m extremely angry.
Nothing I can do about it.
I’m still angry.
So, it’s just time to get started I guess.
Random thoughts are coming along very well.
I have no idea what to write.
My throat is sore.
My ear hurts.
I don’t know where 3/4 of my office supplies are, any of my craft supplies are, and I’ve lost my favorite pens.
I sleep on a mattress on the floor.
I wake up with allergies.
That’s nothing new.
I’m craving cigarettes much less now a days.
Haven’t had a real smoke in weeks.
I hope that job comes through.
I had the interview yesterday.
I’m scared.
What if it doesn’t turn out?
My personality shifted again. I’m much more reserved.
There aren’t many reasons to laugh or smile most days.
It’s time to get back into prayer.
I better get busy, if I ever post this one, I’m going to want to really review it before I publish.
Screw it, it’s raw, it’s unvarnished, and I doubt I’ll ever publish if I keep up at this rate.
That’s all for now, life gets teejus don’t it.
LAB
AnonymousKnitter 