What the heck did I expect to happen? I changed my meds. Things changed. Hello there, social anxiety. I haven't seen you in... gosh, 13 years? You're bigger than I remember. Yeah, I was hanging out with bupropion. It didn't work out.

I mostly did a Thing a Day in February. I slacked off at the end. I didn't write any narrative poetry or learn to ( Read more... )

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"Jenna," says Iko. "Come look. There's a mouse out here."
Iko has rolled up the bay door at the warehouse and there in the path is a small brown mouse. One of the mouse's eyes is bleeding heavily. It is panting, and though we are standing within a foot of it the animal does not move. I cross my arms and go inside, put on my flip flops and go back ( Read more... )

Watching Ursula chase rubber bands makes me ridiculously happy. I am better and am having my endocrine levels checked for renegades, as per my heritage. Still unapologetically love yoga and beer. SONOS was amazing; an inspiration. So too was dinner, drinks and laughing with Val and Carissa, finally seeing the Versatile Arts cathedral and kissing ( Read more... )

My dreams are fitful and fractured, and more steeped in strange and obvious metaphor than usual. I am always an active sleeper-- I talk, laugh and walk in my sleep, I am a vivid dreamer and I usually steal the covers. When I am sick it gets worse. Last night it was haunted houses again, those angled dark Victorians where I am terrified yet ( Read more... )

Last night a couple of friends and I baked and decorated cookies. Well, "Christmas" cookies was the idea, I think, but the most popular cutters were a hedgehog and a brontosaurus. Juno hosted and made all the dough for sugar cookies. We spent hours drinking wine, mixing up crazy colors for frosting, cutting out moose shapes, howling wolf shapes, ( Read more... )

I dreamed I was being manipulated by a cat only to wake up and discover that I was being manipulated by a cat.

Also, I dreamed that Luke and Roni moved, and that I was being terribly clumsy about showing my affection. Ah dreams, how well you reflect life. On the other hand, the kitten in my dream was the size of a Volkswagon.

Last night I transferred my alarming quantity of socks from the overstuffed picnic basket they've lived in for years into the steamer trunk I got as a sock locker. As with my tool box, my new flat and my heart, I'm discovering how much more useful my things are when they are not crammed into ill-fitting but necessary spaces, but instead housed ( Read more... )

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When I feel the need in the morning to meditate, to organize my head and heart, it is a sure sign of that I am feeling out of control. Usually mornings the cyclone is stilled and how I feel about where to put my energy is clear, but not today. I have two weekends in town between now and mid-September, and every weekend has appointments.

Operation ( Read more... )