Everything is, isn't it?
Well, no I guess not everything.
Still, I'm pretty emotionally wired lately and very much self centric.
Driving seems to be my zen state. Put me in a car on the road and I'm a happy panda. Tonight as I was driving home from a friends, I was thinking about my life, my relationship. I wondered what Pat would do without me, if I died suddenly one night. On average, I kill myself probably 20 times a day. I'm not suicidal, just fascinated by the idea.
I've been so stressed out lately, and then some chick decided to turn left as I was going through my green light and almost ran into me. It was the last straw on this camel. I pulled over into an empty parking lot and screamed for about five minutes. My throat hurt like bloody murder but I somehow felt a little better.
I'm babysitting a kitty and my own feels usurped from his position as mommy's baby. They can't get near one another without hissing and being as dramatic as possible without actually doing anything about it. It'd be funny if it wasn't starting to get annoying.
Fell off the wagon on my water kick. I drank 2 cupfuls. I didn't like going to the bathroom twenty times a day.
Day 3 - 362
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