Random thoughts swirling in a sleepy mind
How many people can actually get away with not being present for the conduction of the majority of their dissertation experiments due to a numb bum?
I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the news sprung on me by one friend. A sudden change of things for me, though not for her, but it's taking me time to adjust. I worry that she will take my lack of exuberance as disapproval. It is not -- it is just a new way of thinking about her and the life she has chosen. My lack of familiarity with that new life contributes.
What am I going to do when I go back to New Orleans and no longer have the Sleuth Channel to give me daily doses of Thomas Magnum?
Totem adventures. First was being two feet away from an Indian rhinoceros, which is my favorite of the five species. Then it was getting to feed and touch a black rhinoceros, an indescribable experience.
I need oxygen at night because I drop below 85% saturation when I'm sleeping. This is news I don't know how to feel about, especially coming a little over a month after losing an old friend with my same MD type who had more respiratory problems than I was aware of. A friend who was only a year younger than me. By "ordinary," able-bodied standards, I am still a young woman, but by spinal muscular atrophy standards, I am an old lady. There's a niggling thought, one that comes at night when I can't sleep or when dark thoughts are driven by spiking hormones, that this is how the end begins. I have started looking at books with lung-strengthening information, and in the meantime I periodically stop during the day to take deep, chest-expanding breaths. If you don't use it, you lose it -- and I have things to do.
"Pan's Labyrinth," though excellently done, should never ever be watched when one is hormonally vulnerable. It's freaking Shakespeare in Spanish.
When already depressed by my menstrual cycle and "Pan's Labyrinth," maybe finishing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was a bad idea. Oh well, what's done is done.
I'm going back to NOLA in two weeks. Where has the time GONE???
My cousin getting ready to welcome his third child. Another wee one for me to spoil.
Hopefully rereading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix will inspire my Muse to actually help me write on Nay's story. Or reading KM's or Roulette's story posts. I really MISS writing creatively.
I've resigned myself to the fact that there are people I just will not be able to see this trip home despite being here longer. It makes me sad (two in particular), but you just can't do anything about heart catheterizations or flu or boss stress or parents with broken hips and gout or greedy oil companies charging stupid prices for gas.
A&W root beer is so damn good.
I'm going to finally see "Order of the Phoenix" and "1408" -- both this weekend. Still haven't seen "Pirates" III -- dammit.
Narcotics play a number on your bowels. Good thing there are dried apricots in the world.
I sometimes could use Dumbledore's Pensieve, you know?
I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the news sprung on me by one friend. A sudden change of things for me, though not for her, but it's taking me time to adjust. I worry that she will take my lack of exuberance as disapproval. It is not -- it is just a new way of thinking about her and the life she has chosen. My lack of familiarity with that new life contributes.
What am I going to do when I go back to New Orleans and no longer have the Sleuth Channel to give me daily doses of Thomas Magnum?
Totem adventures. First was being two feet away from an Indian rhinoceros, which is my favorite of the five species. Then it was getting to feed and touch a black rhinoceros, an indescribable experience.
I need oxygen at night because I drop below 85% saturation when I'm sleeping. This is news I don't know how to feel about, especially coming a little over a month after losing an old friend with my same MD type who had more respiratory problems than I was aware of. A friend who was only a year younger than me. By "ordinary," able-bodied standards, I am still a young woman, but by spinal muscular atrophy standards, I am an old lady. There's a niggling thought, one that comes at night when I can't sleep or when dark thoughts are driven by spiking hormones, that this is how the end begins. I have started looking at books with lung-strengthening information, and in the meantime I periodically stop during the day to take deep, chest-expanding breaths. If you don't use it, you lose it -- and I have things to do.
"Pan's Labyrinth," though excellently done, should never ever be watched when one is hormonally vulnerable. It's freaking Shakespeare in Spanish.
When already depressed by my menstrual cycle and "Pan's Labyrinth," maybe finishing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire was a bad idea. Oh well, what's done is done.
I'm going back to NOLA in two weeks. Where has the time GONE???
My cousin getting ready to welcome his third child. Another wee one for me to spoil.
Hopefully rereading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix will inspire my Muse to actually help me write on Nay's story. Or reading KM's or Roulette's story posts. I really MISS writing creatively.
I've resigned myself to the fact that there are people I just will not be able to see this trip home despite being here longer. It makes me sad (two in particular), but you just can't do anything about heart catheterizations or flu or boss stress or parents with broken hips and gout or greedy oil companies charging stupid prices for gas.
A&W root beer is so damn good.
I'm going to finally see "Order of the Phoenix" and "1408" -- both this weekend. Still haven't seen "Pirates" III -- dammit.
Narcotics play a number on your bowels. Good thing there are dried apricots in the world.
I sometimes could use Dumbledore's Pensieve, you know?