Nov 09, 2007 23:44
I have lost that magic in language. Expression seems so vain to me when it sounds like it stutters. Beauty flows. It definitely shouldn't remind you of a wood chipper clouding your senses with obscenely loud noises.
We're making plans and it's called self-discipline. It's called commitment. It's called "growing up". It's the new year.
There is that warmth in him that like photosynthesis blossoms a smile. I am so goo-goo for him.
Twenty excites me in the not-so-excited kind of way. My nerves hop around anxiously. I am not afraid I just feel like this is it: what I do from now on is irreversible. So I better do it right, right? I sure hope so.
Work is coming along quite nicely. I work with a great team: Dr. Duggan (THE VET), 2 cats (TUX & BOOGIE MAN) and 2 dogs (MOOKIE & COOKIE). I am very happy to be surrounded by great company. I just have to stop walking on egg shells, use proper posture and project this measly voice of mine so I do not seem weak. Weakness is so ugly. For example, I observed a waiter the other day who was hunched over, walked with his arms close to his body and looked down so to not make eye contact. That was a reflection of me and I admit I was frightened by it. I do not need people to remind me they don't bite or treat me like a China doll.
Oh, and R.I.P. Almost my whole fish tank was wiped out. That is 15 cichlids out of 25. I am so sad. Tear tear. SIGH. We will have to begin another collection of fish.