Okay, so I fucking lied about giving everyone a little extra somethin-somethin on Wednesday. Like badly lied. I was trying to figure out what I could give that would so greatly make up for Tuesday’s murmuring, and I really couldn’t think of anything. So, I just skirted the issue by ignoring it, which, as everyone must know, is one of my specialties.
I thought of posting pictures of the re-knit of my sweater, along with comparison pictures of what it was like before it was frogged. But that won’t interest anyone that isn’t into knitting, crafts, or is perhaps mormon. I thought of posting pictures of the boy from Egypt, and exclaiming how fucking jealous I am that he’s out traipsing around Africa like Indi-fucking-ana Jones in the Red Pyramid. And I love the pictures, no doubt about that, but I don’t think that anyone is interested in seeing my boy in Egypt except for me.
So I have abso-farking-lutely nothing to share with you today. I am planning on going to see Carole King tonight at the ol’ bucket downtown for free with the hype and others. Really the only reason why I’m going is so I can say I’ve seen her live. I mean, she’s kind of like a legend. The hype is far more excited than I am about this whole situation, as you will see if you read his entry for today.
I’ve been melancholy for most of the day. I am proud of myself for going to the gym twice so far this week, and for being extra good with my food-eating and whatnot. I’ve lost 3 pounds of lord knows what, so at least there’s that. I’ve been tired so much and so often that I’m afraid I might be depressed. Either that, or it’s the lights they added at my work sapping my energy. By the time I’ve been home for a bit, I seem to feel a lot better, and can resume feeling like a normal human being. And then it’s time for bed.
I was thinking last night, like I do every night, about the strangest ideas: writing stories about leaves dancing across sidewalks on sunny days when the wind gusts. Thinking about how someone should fucking invent a mind-reading computer already, so my stoner-like enthrallment with my mindfulness at night might be dashed in the morning when I look at my thoughts upon a screen and realize they’re utter garbage. Geezus, I do sound depressed.
The thought of a mind-reading computer makes me shudder! I'm so glad nobody can ever read what's in the deepest recesses of my mind. They'd all run away screaming...
Posted by: lotus at February 20, 2004 6:26 PM