Urrrrrrggghhh
I am sooooo tired and sore. If I didn't have my pill dispenser telling me otherwise, I would think I'd been forgetting my meds for a few days. (I'm not, promise.) This leaves me with inexplicable restless hurting muscles hot sore swollen and hazy brain feeling smothered. Ick.
I would like to be gathered up, poured into a lobster hot bath for an hour, then massaged to a state of bonelessness and finally made love to till I can't stand up. Followed by a looooong walk when I find my legs again. That would make everything better.
Things being what they are, I will settle for my usual 4 times the standard dose of ibuprofen.
For now.
(see, this is why I still need a journal that is private in addition to the blog that is not.)
Speaking of the blog. I still can't quite figure out what I want to do with it. Posted a poem, today, so apparently poems, but I have this unfortunate need to think about what I am expressing over there, and like, try to make sense and shit. Feeling constrained, and annoyed. Or maybe that's the pain talking.
I am restless aimless itchy for ... something. Structure. Or, the opposite.
I would like to be gathered up, poured into a lobster hot bath for an hour, then massaged to a state of bonelessness and finally made love to till I can't stand up. Followed by a looooong walk when I find my legs again. That would make everything better.
Things being what they are, I will settle for my usual 4 times the standard dose of ibuprofen.
For now.
(see, this is why I still need a journal that is private in addition to the blog that is not.)
Speaking of the blog. I still can't quite figure out what I want to do with it. Posted a poem, today, so apparently poems, but I have this unfortunate need to think about what I am expressing over there, and like, try to make sense and shit. Feeling constrained, and annoyed. Or maybe that's the pain talking.
I am restless aimless itchy for ... something. Structure. Or, the opposite.