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It always amazes me, the things that actually can just all of a sudden knock me off my feet. Or maybe it should be the things I let knock me off my feet. A really good week went bad tonight and maybe only because I let it. At some point in life, you should be able to tug on the armor and not let those slings and arrows dig straight through to your heart, but I'm not that quick yet, I guess. Or maybe those arrows shouldn't really sink as deep but I feel the need to grab them and drive them deeper. I don't know. Nobody was actually aiming for my heart tonight, it just hit me that way. Maybe my skin's just too thin still. I should work on thickening it up. At my age, it should be nearly bulletproof, shouldn't it?
Lesson of the night? Emotional eating is not yet completely under control, but at least it was just a handful of chips and not a whole goddamned bag. But I still expected that handful to somehow make the sting go away. Funny how feeding the hurt doesn't actually make it go away, huh?
I'm throwing "Putting It Together" into the DVD player and hoping some Sondheim ala Burnett, Barrowman, Pinchot, Hearn, and Henshall helps. If that fails, I might have to dig out the big guns.
Guys and Dolls.
Lesson of the night? Emotional eating is not yet completely under control, but at least it was just a handful of chips and not a whole goddamned bag. But I still expected that handful to somehow make the sting go away. Funny how feeding the hurt doesn't actually make it go away, huh?
I'm throwing "Putting It Together" into the DVD player and hoping some Sondheim ala Burnett, Barrowman, Pinchot, Hearn, and Henshall helps. If that fails, I might have to dig out the big guns.
Guys and Dolls.