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reymonkeyI feel... busy, like all my time goes away and I don't know how, because I honestly don't *do* much. I never seem to get anything done. People ask me why I haven't done this or that, and the best answer I can give is I've been busy with other things, and then they ask me what, and I don't have an answer. Not sure what I'm doing wrong, here. Whatever it is I'm doing, it doesn't seem to get anything done.
A while back, one morning, we were about to go somewhere and I glanced in the mirror to make sure I looked reasonably okay, which is about all I ever strive for, and I noted aloud that I looked tired, but otherwise okay. Ginny was standing near me and she said, 'but you usually do...' and she's right... and I can't seem to forget that. It just won't leave my head. If I mention I feel tired or sick, whoever is around me says that I'm always tired or sick, or both. I don't wanna be a fucking hypochondriac. I feel sick right now, and I know it's because I haven't been eating right lately, but I *was*. I had quit coffee, cut way back on soda, trying to eat 3 healthy meals a day with lots of vegetables and some protein and get enough excercise and I feel like fucking crap half the time.
And I can't see a doctor because I've got no health insurance and between the tickets to Bellingham and the usual living expenses I'm pretty broke right now.
I'm just ranting today... pay no attention to the monkey.
I need to get the car thing straight, and then I can get a decent job, maybe apply at Kinko's after vacation.
And kill the neighbors. Need to kill the neighbors and their damn stereo that only plays three different songs, all of them very loud, and all of them with very annoying, repetitive beats. I especially hate that one that sounds like a bad polka.
Going now... need to eat something today.
A while back, one morning, we were about to go somewhere and I glanced in the mirror to make sure I looked reasonably okay, which is about all I ever strive for, and I noted aloud that I looked tired, but otherwise okay. Ginny was standing near me and she said, 'but you usually do...' and she's right... and I can't seem to forget that. It just won't leave my head. If I mention I feel tired or sick, whoever is around me says that I'm always tired or sick, or both. I don't wanna be a fucking hypochondriac. I feel sick right now, and I know it's because I haven't been eating right lately, but I *was*. I had quit coffee, cut way back on soda, trying to eat 3 healthy meals a day with lots of vegetables and some protein and get enough excercise and I feel like fucking crap half the time.
And I can't see a doctor because I've got no health insurance and between the tickets to Bellingham and the usual living expenses I'm pretty broke right now.
I'm just ranting today... pay no attention to the monkey.
I need to get the car thing straight, and then I can get a decent job, maybe apply at Kinko's after vacation.
And kill the neighbors. Need to kill the neighbors and their damn stereo that only plays three different songs, all of them very loud, and all of them with very annoying, repetitive beats. I especially hate that one that sounds like a bad polka.
Going now... need to eat something today.
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Course they do.
Date: Jul. 11th, 2005 06:10 pm (UTC)Re: Damn cat. Fucking Cat. Damn, Fucking cat...
Date: Jul. 11th, 2005 06:21 pm (UTC)Whooo! All I need is a bubble pipe. Thank you Answer Cow!
Now why does the cat who can eat flies and carpet all day long only throw up when she eats things that are actually food?
::Runs off to catch the cat making 'Huuuuoorgchk!' noises.::