y, hullo thar!
Ah, it has been a year and a half, and after a lovely afternoon of thrifty island-ing with
hoskie, I felt it prudent that I make a glorious return.
Well, I feel glorious anyway.
Actually, I feel a little warm...but that's a wonder in itself, for after living in Florida, I rarely get too warm anymore. Nay, it's safe to say I find the Long Island climate pleasantly brisk this time of year--even to a point where it's unpleasant, at least in my own home. My sweet, menopausal mother insists that we keep the house at freezer temperatures, and my room gets the brunt of the bitter cold. I often wake up from the shivering.
What is new? Nothing, really. It's sinking in that I might not have much of a chance at a real job after I graduate next year, and it's pretty much the worst feeling ever. But it's my fault...I just feel so averse to action lately. I know there's so much I should and could be doing now, but the more I think of, the more adamant I am about not doing it. Isn't that terrible? I mean, there's procrastination, and then there's self-sabotage.
Sometimes, I feel like this person my mom knew who was an alcoholic, but said he couldn't stop until he hit rock-bottom. He eventually drank himself homeless and was dying on a street when this nurse came and found him, and took care of him until he got better. They married.
Somehow, I doubt that sort of future is meant for me...and I don't think I want to drink myself to the streets.
Well, anyhoo. I've been waiting for this book to arrive in the mail, and I'm anxious to start reading it.
FINAL THOUGHT: I really should start that children's book.
hoskie, I felt it prudent that I make a glorious return.
Well, I feel glorious anyway.
Actually, I feel a little warm...but that's a wonder in itself, for after living in Florida, I rarely get too warm anymore. Nay, it's safe to say I find the Long Island climate pleasantly brisk this time of year--even to a point where it's unpleasant, at least in my own home. My sweet, menopausal mother insists that we keep the house at freezer temperatures, and my room gets the brunt of the bitter cold. I often wake up from the shivering.
What is new? Nothing, really. It's sinking in that I might not have much of a chance at a real job after I graduate next year, and it's pretty much the worst feeling ever. But it's my fault...I just feel so averse to action lately. I know there's so much I should and could be doing now, but the more I think of, the more adamant I am about not doing it. Isn't that terrible? I mean, there's procrastination, and then there's self-sabotage.
Sometimes, I feel like this person my mom knew who was an alcoholic, but said he couldn't stop until he hit rock-bottom. He eventually drank himself homeless and was dying on a street when this nurse came and found him, and took care of him until he got better. They married.
Somehow, I doubt that sort of future is meant for me...and I don't think I want to drink myself to the streets.
Well, anyhoo. I've been waiting for this book to arrive in the mail, and I'm anxious to start reading it.
FINAL THOUGHT: I really should start that children's book.