Am procrastinating. I find it funny that I signed up for a 25-hour workweek and I spend more time on the ‘puter than I did when I had a “big, important job” back in my day. Lord.
It was an exhausting week, and it ain’t over yet. To quote Jim Belushi something he said to Elizabeth Perkins in “About Last Night,” “If you didn’t have a pussy, there’d be a bounty on your head.”
But luck did roll in my favor on that front this week. Let’s just say that bus tire tracks look very lovely on others.
My friend SilverBlue said something the other day that stuck with me:
“Did you ever notice that the people who Karma has caught up with think that THEY are the victims?”
That made my day. My week, even. 🙂
So, here we are at the end of Lent. My goal was to lose 10 pounds through diet and exercise. Unfortunately, I GAINED 10 pounds instead. WTF, yo?
(Dear Shawn Schmuck: let me just get out your “Fattie” comment now, and the “I love to watch you unravel” comment, and the “I have more STDs than a Qwest Laboratory.”)
Anyway.
The problem was, I had started smoking again during Lent. Like, half a pack a day at least. But I haven’t had one in several days, and I find I have some of my energy back. So I took some very long walks over the last couple of days, which I hadn’t done because I was becoming winded far too quickly with the nicotine in my lungs.
The one thing I inadvertently gave up for Lent was my Paxil. I don’t even miss it. It suppressed my dreams and, while I love me some dreamless sleep, I missed the acid-trip images that have since returned to me. Time will tell whether the psychic dreams will return as well, but I’m OK with what I have now.
Some dreams are better than none — whether we’re talking about the ones you have when you’re asleep or those that overtake you during waking hours.
I’m not fully whole again after the disaster hereby known as “the last two years.” But I’m healing. And that’s quite enough for me right now.