it's a convoluted mess
I had this whole post planned out in my head waxing analytical and poetic about the state of my brain when it comes to making decisions and blah, blah, blah. Then it got really long and drawn-out and it missed the point entirely of what I really wanted to say. I had a pipe dream about a road trip. Then I got nudged by a couple of completely fantastic friends about said pipe dream. And… Keep reading…Crazy would be changing your mind…
Writer’s block has been kicking my ass lately. I have four projects I’ve been stabbing at and I haven’t been making much of any progress on any of them. At least nothing that doesn’t sound like crap when I read it back again. I’m not really surprised by this development. But it doesn’t make it any less aggravating. I’ve been listening to the Ben & Marina soundtrack in hopes of sparking some inspiration on that… Keep reading…Wrapped up in silence…
The fixation continues. I am far too easily amused by watching my Last.fm top ten shift around. Or rather, at this point, it’s the top four and there are 28 plays standing between numbers three and four. That’s just one master playlist worth of listening for the upset. I’m tempted to listen to some Train specifically to keep them in the lead, but the obsessive whack job easily fascinated part of my mushy brain will… Keep reading…Back to what we had…
Friday morning I called to make an appointment for my out of control blood pressure. After having to specify to the receptionist, more than once, my desire to see my regular doctor, she transferred me back to talk to a nurse about my BP woes. My doctor was out of the office and is booked completely until the following Friday. The nurse thought I should be seen ASAP so she scheduled me with some physician’s… Keep reading…Title of post…
… Last week when we were out running errands we stopped at Potbelly Sandwiches for dinner. The guy behind the counter asked if we had any exciting plans for the weekend—we didn’t—then he asked if we were planning on playing Grifball. At first I wasn’t sure if I’d heard him right. He couldn’t possibly have said Grifball could he? Nobody knows what Grifball is. At least nobody I’ve ever actually met. See, I was wearing… Keep reading…Haphazard bullet points…
Dragging my way into Hell Week with back pain, headaches, and obnoxious fatigue. I’m completely useless two weeks out of every month. But it’s a GIFT! A monthly GIFT! Shut-up before I stab you in the throat. In the meantime, my blood pressure is completely out of whack and my arm is sore from the monitor cuff squeezing the hell out of it. I’m trying to remember to monitor it for at least a week… Keep reading…Cut through all this noise…