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I have this weird hyper happy sleepy thing going on.
I'm sore and my shoulder hurts. I'd LOVE a massage.
I need to see if there's anyone who'd trade Reiki for massage.
I know Elizabeth was all about that...I'll ping her.
Art has been going well. Izzi is a Godsend for coming up with Art Everyday.
My last piece was Hamlet inspired, an Ophelia piece.
I think I'm ready to go a little darker and perhaps make a Hamlet/Yorick one.
Ease MIL into it before I start painting dismembered kittens. ;) LOL
(;ah but you know I'm not kidding;)
We're gonna work out before tonight's CC meeting
but I won't have time for much mat work.
Will I find the discipline to do my crunches and pushups at work?
I guess we'll see...
Random: I don't like much poetry.
If you try and read me some I will run. Probably screaming, away from you.
No offense. I'm sure your poetry is awesome.
But I consider something like being at a poetry slam a personal hell.
That said, I'd love reading poetry from Bob or my sister or something.
But only because I'm intimately curious about their neural firings.
Now to add to the hypocrisy, I am occasionally inclined to write some myself.
But it would take some strong cajoling for it ever to be read outloud.
People like to remind me that I write here in "poem form"
but this totally isn't poetry. I just think in chunks.
These are my chunks, let me show you them.
I'm sore and my shoulder hurts. I'd LOVE a massage.
I need to see if there's anyone who'd trade Reiki for massage.
I know Elizabeth was all about that...I'll ping her.
Art has been going well. Izzi is a Godsend for coming up with Art Everyday.
My last piece was Hamlet inspired, an Ophelia piece.
I think I'm ready to go a little darker and perhaps make a Hamlet/Yorick one.
Ease MIL into it before I start painting dismembered kittens. ;) LOL
(;ah but you know I'm not kidding;)
We're gonna work out before tonight's CC meeting
but I won't have time for much mat work.
Will I find the discipline to do my crunches and pushups at work?
I guess we'll see...
Random: I don't like much poetry.
If you try and read me some I will run. Probably screaming, away from you.
No offense. I'm sure your poetry is awesome.
But I consider something like being at a poetry slam a personal hell.
That said, I'd love reading poetry from Bob or my sister or something.
But only because I'm intimately curious about their neural firings.
Now to add to the hypocrisy, I am occasionally inclined to write some myself.
But it would take some strong cajoling for it ever to be read outloud.
People like to remind me that I write here in "poem form"
but this totally isn't poetry. I just think in chunks.
These are my chunks, let me show you them.