I promised myself that tonight or tomorrow or one of these days in the very near future, I would write A Real Post. I don’t exactly know what that requires, but I figure it probably entails stringing a sizable number of words together. And that, I have not been able to do lately. You see, I’ve been very busy and very tired and very cranky. Oh, and I haven’t fed my fish today. Hold on a sec. Alright. Anyway. Yesterday, I thought about writing A Real Post, but I spent my evening cursing the universe instead. It’s just this flood of anxiety that comes, say, every 23rd day of my lady calendar and, yeah, it’s torture. I pouted and cried and wondered WHY, WHY, WHY CAN’T I JUST BE HAPPY? and then, almost suddenly, the earth rotated and a new morning arrived and today I feel fine and dandi-lee-doo. I had an acupuncture treatment (for work), got some new happy clothes and ate Matt’s mom’s chicken stew. Life is not so bad, ya know? So I’ve been thinking I should maybe keep a menstrual cycle diary — you know, kind of like Charlotte’s VJ journal. I can write about my feelings each day of the month and then track them with charts and graphs and stuff. Wouldn’t that be fun? Or maybe I can even start a BLOG. Boys, you know you’d bookmark that shit. I just think something like this is important for me so that the next time I feel like quitting just about everything in life, I can glance at my chart for proof that it’ll all be better soon. And then I can down a glass of merlot and wait patiently for that new day to come.
I totally forgot what I originally meant to write about. Oh well. Here’s something awesome (or, at least, mildly amusing). Get out your glasses.
I’m going to try to post more non-lame stuff from now on. It’s one of my many New Year’s Resolutions. Please keep me accountable.
oh is that why you were drinking wine that whole week. you silly billy. I guess no one likes your Real Post. no one commented. Stick with fake post. lol.