The world keeps on turning-except CBS canceled that, didn't they?
It's funny how you can forget to appreciate the little things, like being able to shower standing up and driving. I still am not quite allowed to drive yet (not just the moped, the Horatio, too), but I can finally shower while standing. You wouldn't think a person would miss that...but, yeah, it can be a real pain to have to do things differently.
I'm finally starting to be able to do things that I haven't felt well enough to do for a long time. It's a good feeling to realize that I am finally on the mend. Last night, I went with a friend to a pancake supper and then we went to go see the Oscar Nominated short Animation films. I really loved watching Shaun Tam's "The Lost Thing." I truly think that my new philosophy in life needs to be the weird symbol that pointed the main character and the Lost Thing towards the utopia.
There's been some stress at work because there are Big Plans afoot. Unfortunately...the Big Plan isn't so much a real plan as a stragitty (that's not a typo-that's a clear indication of the actual amount of thought and planning that has gone into this new idea they're working on). Stress levels amongst co-workers have gone through the roof, especially as each passing day brings fresh announcements that further prove that the gap between what actually goes on in the offices and what they think goes on in the offices is akin to the Marianas Trench. At this point, all I can do is hold on for the duration of the ride and hope for the best.
While I was recuperating, there were some family things that happened and I realized that I'm truly better off without some people in my life. The person that did it knows that it was the final straw.
I have realized, though, that I have to really make an effort to let more love into my life. I do tend to push people away just because past experience has made me exceptionally wary. I can't go through my life with a helmet I have fashioned from a phone book and a metal yardstick in each hand, hunkered down behind my computer, screaming "DON'T TOUCH ME!" while I batter people away from my territory. That way leads towards a dark, depressing life, filled with guzzling gallons of cough syrup and shaking the radio hoping that at some point they'll play some of the songs I like to sing along to while periodically conversing with the comic strips plastered over the windows. Besides, I'm pretty sure that more than a few of my fictional characters would like to avoid plotted bodily harm and have some happy adventures for a while.
I firmly believe that Aunt Sarah and Uncle Rod were right, and that when the time is right, everything will all fall into place. I also have to believe that what goes around comes around and it's not up to me to tally the karmic balance sheet. The universe handles that all on its own. I also have to believe that being able to take care of myself again is just another step towards things getting definitively better. I am hopeful. I think that's the most important thing.
I'm finally starting to be able to do things that I haven't felt well enough to do for a long time. It's a good feeling to realize that I am finally on the mend. Last night, I went with a friend to a pancake supper and then we went to go see the Oscar Nominated short Animation films. I really loved watching Shaun Tam's "The Lost Thing." I truly think that my new philosophy in life needs to be the weird symbol that pointed the main character and the Lost Thing towards the utopia.
There's been some stress at work because there are Big Plans afoot. Unfortunately...the Big Plan isn't so much a real plan as a stragitty (that's not a typo-that's a clear indication of the actual amount of thought and planning that has gone into this new idea they're working on). Stress levels amongst co-workers have gone through the roof, especially as each passing day brings fresh announcements that further prove that the gap between what actually goes on in the offices and what they think goes on in the offices is akin to the Marianas Trench. At this point, all I can do is hold on for the duration of the ride and hope for the best.
While I was recuperating, there were some family things that happened and I realized that I'm truly better off without some people in my life. The person that did it knows that it was the final straw.
I have realized, though, that I have to really make an effort to let more love into my life. I do tend to push people away just because past experience has made me exceptionally wary. I can't go through my life with a helmet I have fashioned from a phone book and a metal yardstick in each hand, hunkered down behind my computer, screaming "DON'T TOUCH ME!" while I batter people away from my territory. That way leads towards a dark, depressing life, filled with guzzling gallons of cough syrup and shaking the radio hoping that at some point they'll play some of the songs I like to sing along to while periodically conversing with the comic strips plastered over the windows. Besides, I'm pretty sure that more than a few of my fictional characters would like to avoid plotted bodily harm and have some happy adventures for a while.
I firmly believe that Aunt Sarah and Uncle Rod were right, and that when the time is right, everything will all fall into place. I also have to believe that what goes around comes around and it's not up to me to tally the karmic balance sheet. The universe handles that all on its own. I also have to believe that being able to take care of myself again is just another step towards things getting definitively better. I am hopeful. I think that's the most important thing.