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Apparently I have chronic sinusitis - and it's chronic because I have ignored it for who knows how long. Oh, to have been more in tune with my body, I might've then only been told it was subacute. I suppose I just got so used to feeling like crap that it didn't occur to me to go take care of it until recently.
Anyway, I'm on some sort of soul/moisture-sucking medication that requires I consume my weight in water every day.
In spite of my fever and general malaise, I have a job interview at 10:15 this morning. Amusingly enough, mongoosey also has a job interview this morning, as she tires of constantly burning/slicing/bruising her hands at her current job. Me, I tire of being broke and bored. I don't do well without goals, I am a creature that requires accomplishment to feel content.
When eloquence fails, many of us search for the words of another - for something to properly express the thoughts and feelings we cannot come out with on our own. Weeks ago, I felt this the most appropriate:
I opened myself to you only to be skinned alive. The more vulnerable I became, the faster and more deft your knife. Knowing what was happening, still I stayed and let you carve more. That's how much I loved you. That's how much.
Rabih Alameddine
I, the Divine
Today, however, these are the words that caught my eye.
The brain may take advice, but not the heart. And love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight it and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface. And why not? Any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person's nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to heaven for the one that leads to hell.
Truman Capote
Stay warm, kids. It's chilly out there.
Anyway, I'm on some sort of soul/moisture-sucking medication that requires I consume my weight in water every day.
In spite of my fever and general malaise, I have a job interview at 10:15 this morning. Amusingly enough, mongoosey also has a job interview this morning, as she tires of constantly burning/slicing/bruising her hands at her current job. Me, I tire of being broke and bored. I don't do well without goals, I am a creature that requires accomplishment to feel content.
When eloquence fails, many of us search for the words of another - for something to properly express the thoughts and feelings we cannot come out with on our own. Weeks ago, I felt this the most appropriate:
I opened myself to you only to be skinned alive. The more vulnerable I became, the faster and more deft your knife. Knowing what was happening, still I stayed and let you carve more. That's how much I loved you. That's how much.
Rabih Alameddine
I, the Divine
Today, however, these are the words that caught my eye.
The brain may take advice, but not the heart. And love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight it and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface. And why not? Any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person's nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to heaven for the one that leads to hell.
Truman Capote
Stay warm, kids. It's chilly out there.