Paper or Plastic?
Apr. 23rd, 2003 12:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
witchscauldronA question I ask myself daily, as I try to figure out whether I just need to stop hyperventalating, or whether I need to stop breathing.
I woke up this morning in a small cycle of Hell. When my head aches, I take something for it. This in turn upsets my stomach. My stomach aching makes my back very sore and angry. Having a sore back makes the muscles tense, and gives me a headache.
Anyone else see the problem here?
As I stumble to the bathroom at 6 AM, I look to the window. Gone is the scent of fresh rain. Present? Fresh fucking SNOW. I need to move somewhere in the world that understands the concept of Spring, and HAS ONE. >_<
The weather isn't helping. It's warm, then cold, then COLD, then sunny, then rainy, then snow, then rain, then cloud, the sun...all over the fucking place. It gives me migraines when the weather is this stupid, and I am really not desirous of having to go to the hospital with their masks and alcohol baths and whatnot. So I fight the headaches hard...which leaves me in the aforementioned hell-cycle.
Grr. It's enough to make me choose plastic.
Been thinking a lot about how lonely I get. I realize I don't socialize much and I don't like leaving the house, and I have great friends here...but since I came home, I have been lonely. It was nice to live with 3 or 4 other people, to not have to be online to talk to them. I find now that I don't want to talk to anyone online anyway. Having had the real thing - real life rules! - I don't want words on a screen anymore.
Naturally, my moods are going up and down like a yo-yo. Mind you, they are losing kinetic energy and aren't bouncing up as high anymore....I wonder how long it'll be before I'm just a yo, hanging on the end of a limp string again?
Some woman called me yesterday about a job I applied for in January. O_o I have to call her back.
Um...my cats suck, the kitten is the first up against the wall when the revolution comes.
There's a new bead store coming into Peterborough - I SO want to work there!! MUST...HAVE...BEADS! The addiction grows.
Looking forward, oddly, to Bancroft LARP this weekend - although I think that is mostly desire for rocks and to deliver Kate her cloak clasp that I finished last night. Nothing says you're bored like dressing like a Ren-Faire Reject and pretending you're 800 years old and pointy. O_o
Music Festival at the Whetung Gallery out at Curve Lake this weekend. I love the Gallery - it's a Native museum and art and craft
type place out on the Ojibwa reserve near here. I love it there, and if I get to hear some great native music while I'm there so much the better. My totems were at me in my dreams last night (the Natives are restless hahaha) to pay some more attention to them again, so it works out well. I hope David R. Maracle is there - his flute playing is amazing.
Yay for Wednesday. We're halfway through the week already. Whee. I think I'm going to keep working on this stylized wolf bead and see where else my day goes. Beannachta.
-M.
I woke up this morning in a small cycle of Hell. When my head aches, I take something for it. This in turn upsets my stomach. My stomach aching makes my back very sore and angry. Having a sore back makes the muscles tense, and gives me a headache.
Anyone else see the problem here?
As I stumble to the bathroom at 6 AM, I look to the window. Gone is the scent of fresh rain. Present? Fresh fucking SNOW. I need to move somewhere in the world that understands the concept of Spring, and HAS ONE. >_<
The weather isn't helping. It's warm, then cold, then COLD, then sunny, then rainy, then snow, then rain, then cloud, the sun...all over the fucking place. It gives me migraines when the weather is this stupid, and I am really not desirous of having to go to the hospital with their masks and alcohol baths and whatnot. So I fight the headaches hard...which leaves me in the aforementioned hell-cycle.
Grr. It's enough to make me choose plastic.
Been thinking a lot about how lonely I get. I realize I don't socialize much and I don't like leaving the house, and I have great friends here...but since I came home, I have been lonely. It was nice to live with 3 or 4 other people, to not have to be online to talk to them. I find now that I don't want to talk to anyone online anyway. Having had the real thing - real life rules! - I don't want words on a screen anymore.
Naturally, my moods are going up and down like a yo-yo. Mind you, they are losing kinetic energy and aren't bouncing up as high anymore....I wonder how long it'll be before I'm just a yo, hanging on the end of a limp string again?
type place out on the Ojibwa reserve near here. I love it there, and if I get to hear some great native music while I'm there so much the better. My totems were at me in my dreams last night (the Natives are restless hahaha) to pay some more attention to them again, so it works out well. I hope David R. Maracle is there - his flute playing is amazing.
Yay for Wednesday. We're halfway through the week already. Whee. I think I'm going to keep working on this stylized wolf bead and see where else my day goes. Beannachta.
-M.
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Date: 2003-04-23 10:37 am (UTC)Just gotta keep telling yourself that - one day, one day.