Red State Blues and Other Stories
Voting day never fails to disappoint, demoralise, and de-motivate me. It's hard being a True Blue stuck in a staunch Red State. Voting seems like such a meaningless act when you know your vote is being canceled a thousandfold by herds of brainless Right Wing zombies. What's the point? Of course, that doesn't mean I don't vote. I still determinedly cast my ballot in desperation, hoping that, someday, my vote may actually count for something. I doubt it ever will here in South Carolina. The state is hopeless.
There's a cricket on our back porch. Its song is so loud, it's almost painful to the ear bones. If I remember correctly, crickets are supposed to be the bearers of good fortune. I could use a ton of that. Perhaps the cricket is foretelling a swift decision on my disability case. I should know about that by September of next year, or at least that's what the lawyer said. The cricket could be singing success with enthusiasm. That's my hope. Sing on, cricket! Sing on.
Aunt Tudi is talking about getting out the Christmas decorations. I responded typically which earned me my annual cognomen, The Grinch. Do I care? No. Aunt Tudi can celebrate and be festive all she wants to. I begrudge her nothing, just don't drag me into the fray. I'm not interested in $WINTERHOLIDAY. My reaction to the entire mess is a yawn at best, a dire glare and a few angry words at worst. I wish people would stop celebrating this holiday and send our controllers into a tailspin. Stop consuming like the good drones that you are and just say no, just for a year. What's it going to hurt to miss one year of so-called celebration? Happiness levels would go up and suicide rates go down the year the people refused to participate in the maze-running that is Christmas. I would bet anything I'm right. Too bad I'm in the minority, sort of like being a True Blue in a Red State. All I can say is bah humbug.
As of yesterday, I'm off the Zyprexa. It has made me gain an exorbitant amount of weight and doing nothing for my sleep, so I took my last pill on Sunday night. My sleep pattern is still screwy and I'm really not getting much sleep at all, especially now with a puppy that has a farmer's sleep schedule. I foresee me crashing from exhaustion soon, but I'm hoping I can get through this week before I give up the proverbial ghost for 24 hours, as I am wont to do after extended bouts of insomnia. I've got therapy tomorrow and Aunt Tudi has an MRI on Thursday. Friday is grocery day. I need to be able to function during all that and maybe I can succumb to the coming coma come Saturday.
Wow, an honest to goodness journal entry. I'm so proud.
There's a cricket on our back porch. Its song is so loud, it's almost painful to the ear bones. If I remember correctly, crickets are supposed to be the bearers of good fortune. I could use a ton of that. Perhaps the cricket is foretelling a swift decision on my disability case. I should know about that by September of next year, or at least that's what the lawyer said. The cricket could be singing success with enthusiasm. That's my hope. Sing on, cricket! Sing on.
Aunt Tudi is talking about getting out the Christmas decorations. I responded typically which earned me my annual cognomen, The Grinch. Do I care? No. Aunt Tudi can celebrate and be festive all she wants to. I begrudge her nothing, just don't drag me into the fray. I'm not interested in $WINTERHOLIDAY. My reaction to the entire mess is a yawn at best, a dire glare and a few angry words at worst. I wish people would stop celebrating this holiday and send our controllers into a tailspin. Stop consuming like the good drones that you are and just say no, just for a year. What's it going to hurt to miss one year of so-called celebration? Happiness levels would go up and suicide rates go down the year the people refused to participate in the maze-running that is Christmas. I would bet anything I'm right. Too bad I'm in the minority, sort of like being a True Blue in a Red State. All I can say is bah humbug.
As of yesterday, I'm off the Zyprexa. It has made me gain an exorbitant amount of weight and doing nothing for my sleep, so I took my last pill on Sunday night. My sleep pattern is still screwy and I'm really not getting much sleep at all, especially now with a puppy that has a farmer's sleep schedule. I foresee me crashing from exhaustion soon, but I'm hoping I can get through this week before I give up the proverbial ghost for 24 hours, as I am wont to do after extended bouts of insomnia. I've got therapy tomorrow and Aunt Tudi has an MRI on Thursday. Friday is grocery day. I need to be able to function during all that and maybe I can succumb to the coming coma come Saturday.
Wow, an honest to goodness journal entry. I'm so proud.