of food and feasts and neuroses
I don't know. I wanted to LJ something. I've been kind of down lately and I feel like my sleep patterns are quite a bit off since the New Year. Sometimes I feel like nothing has a point. I'm not used to feelings of not being excited by anything. Politics is the worst. Any time I try to think about politics, my brain feels like it wants to explode. I feel like I have fewer and fewer convictions. I'm not my usual philosophical self either although I feel myself mulling over philosophy of morals quite a bit. I have some books I want to read but I've had a really hard time getting into anything I pick up. Maybe I should just stop trying to be intellectual for awhile.
I'd Like To Be A Jelly Fish
Cause Jelly Fish Don't Pay Rent
They Don't Walk, They Don't Talk
With Some Euro-Trash Accent
They're Just Simple Protoplasm
Clear As Cellophane
They Ride The Winds Of Fortune
Life Without A Brain....
In other news, I'm trying to give up alcohol for Lent and that's difficult enough that I should probably give it up all together. It's only day two though. Maybe drying out will fix me. I also came to the realization that I've been Catholic for longer than I've been not Catholic. Much longer if you start counting from the "age of reason" age of seven. By "Catholic" I mean, officially of course. If guilt were any indicator, I was born Catholic.
I'm going skiing tomorrow and I'll probably stay in a semi-ski state for most of next week. I hope that fixes me.
I wrote some fiction. Half a story came to me in a dream. I'm going to go back to it in a few weeks and see if I think it's any good anymore or if I can turn it into something. I'm my worst critic in all things artistic. Maybe I'll be famous when I'm dead.
I figured out that I don't want to write in the first person. It feels lazy and I don't like actually being one of my characters. Writing in the third person is so much more work. Writing is work. This is probably why I'm neither a writer nor a farmer; work. Well, I might not be a farmer because I don't like Country music much.
I think that part of what's throwing me is the suspense. I need to know if I'm getting promoted / moving or not. I think that's what's making me wake up in the middle of the night with difficulty getting back to sleep. I keep dreaming about losing stuff and disappointing people. My dreams are too close to reality for comfort. I also know that even if I get this job, there are going to be aspects of it that are going to seriously suck and I'm even anxious about that.
I might be turning vegetarian. Well, not really, but I've been quite willingly cutting back on meat lately. Stringy stuff between my teeth is starting to bug me as is the smell of fat. I've experimented with veggie burgers and I made veggie deep-dish pizza the other night that turned out so well that I can't tell you how well it turned out for modesty's sake. Weird. Maybe I'm going through menopause.
"menopause" starts with "men" and ends with "pause". What's up with that?
I'd Like To Be A Jelly Fish
Cause Jelly Fish Don't Pay Rent
They Don't Walk, They Don't Talk
With Some Euro-Trash Accent
They're Just Simple Protoplasm
Clear As Cellophane
They Ride The Winds Of Fortune
Life Without A Brain....
In other news, I'm trying to give up alcohol for Lent and that's difficult enough that I should probably give it up all together. It's only day two though. Maybe drying out will fix me. I also came to the realization that I've been Catholic for longer than I've been not Catholic. Much longer if you start counting from the "age of reason" age of seven. By "Catholic" I mean, officially of course. If guilt were any indicator, I was born Catholic.
I'm going skiing tomorrow and I'll probably stay in a semi-ski state for most of next week. I hope that fixes me.
I wrote some fiction. Half a story came to me in a dream. I'm going to go back to it in a few weeks and see if I think it's any good anymore or if I can turn it into something. I'm my worst critic in all things artistic. Maybe I'll be famous when I'm dead.
I figured out that I don't want to write in the first person. It feels lazy and I don't like actually being one of my characters. Writing in the third person is so much more work. Writing is work. This is probably why I'm neither a writer nor a farmer; work. Well, I might not be a farmer because I don't like Country music much.
I think that part of what's throwing me is the suspense. I need to know if I'm getting promoted / moving or not. I think that's what's making me wake up in the middle of the night with difficulty getting back to sleep. I keep dreaming about losing stuff and disappointing people. My dreams are too close to reality for comfort. I also know that even if I get this job, there are going to be aspects of it that are going to seriously suck and I'm even anxious about that.
I might be turning vegetarian. Well, not really, but I've been quite willingly cutting back on meat lately. Stringy stuff between my teeth is starting to bug me as is the smell of fat. I've experimented with veggie burgers and I made veggie deep-dish pizza the other night that turned out so well that I can't tell you how well it turned out for modesty's sake. Weird. Maybe I'm going through menopause.
"menopause" starts with "men" and ends with "pause". What's up with that?