Well, after getting $150 worth of vaccines and spending $120 on supplies, it looks like I'm not getting deployed down to New Orleans after all. Well maybe... Wait...can you hang on...we might send you sometime in the next 6 months. 
Bastards. At least I'm prepared to survive for a few days if we get a hurricane up here in Minneapolis 
I had this realization today that I have been getting EXTREMELY stressed out. When I get stressed out I usually get very annoyed very easily and I end up pissing off people around me. But this time was weird - I just kind of withdrew.
I didn't really withdraw in a depressive way (i.e., I didn't feel depressed), but subconsciously I must have known that I had way too much on my plate and I sort of hunkered down in a emotional fetal position and said goawayworldgoawayworldgoawayworld. For example, I haven't really had any enthusiasm to go online much more than to check my major email account once every couple of days or so, or to do my day-to-day projects, or to hang out with my friends.
I'm usually a really active person so these were Major Warning Signs, but I didn't really realize what I was doing until I got an email from a friend saying "Helloooooo...where are you? Why has your phone been turned off? Where are those things you'd promise you do for me?????" I started to write her back and suddenly I was just flooding the page with all the little shit that's been drilling into my brain like some rabid little woodpecker for the past month. I reread it and mentally took a HUGE step back and thought, Woah.
So, giving realization to all this stress has been really cathartic and as Buddy from Night Court was fond of saying "I feel MUCH better now." Had some nice tea, wrote some poetry, watched a little TV, face-bellied my cat, and I made a nice long list of Things That Need to Be Done (so I can get them down on paper and OUT of my HEAD!) And now we're going down to Blockbuster to see if they have overflow copies of "Kung Fu Hustle" for sale yet. Life is looking up.
And maybe tonight I'll get smashed.
Bastards. At least I'm prepared to survive for a few days if we get a hurricane up here in Minneapolis
I had this realization today that I have been getting EXTREMELY stressed out. When I get stressed out I usually get very annoyed very easily and I end up pissing off people around me. But this time was weird - I just kind of withdrew.
I didn't really withdraw in a depressive way (i.e., I didn't feel depressed), but subconsciously I must have known that I had way too much on my plate and I sort of hunkered down in a emotional fetal position and said goawayworldgoawayworldgoawayworld. For example, I haven't really had any enthusiasm to go online much more than to check my major email account once every couple of days or so, or to do my day-to-day projects, or to hang out with my friends.
I'm usually a really active person so these were Major Warning Signs, but I didn't really realize what I was doing until I got an email from a friend saying "Helloooooo...where are you? Why has your phone been turned off? Where are those things you'd promise you do for me?????" I started to write her back and suddenly I was just flooding the page with all the little shit that's been drilling into my brain like some rabid little woodpecker for the past month. I reread it and mentally took a HUGE step back and thought, Woah.
So, giving realization to all this stress has been really cathartic and as Buddy from Night Court was fond of saying "I feel MUCH better now." Had some nice tea, wrote some poetry, watched a little TV, face-bellied my cat, and I made a nice long list of Things That Need to Be Done (so I can get them down on paper and OUT of my HEAD!) And now we're going down to Blockbuster to see if they have overflow copies of "Kung Fu Hustle" for sale yet. Life is looking up.
And maybe tonight I'll get smashed.
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Lately, I've been a complete and utter recluse.