That's one of the reasons I love my swim time. I can hold few thoughts: what lap I'm on (I keep track by factoring down to primes) and MAYBE one other thing. Like a narrative, fictional or otherwise (tonight's was wondering about Egyptian protesters) or making lists of what I need to do, in between the numbers. Nothing long term, nothing that can stick.
And that's a blessing to me these days. I'm not quite as crazed as I was in 2009, but even with the shit coming my way now, I'm a lot more calm. Less crawly back, bigtime. I count on that time.
Gah. Ordered a Spinach Artichoke pizza and the delivery guy got lost in our complex. When we finally got the pizza it was Pepperoni. I called them and they said they would send the right one out quickly. I made the original call 90 minutes ago. We iz HUNGRY.
I am a Winchester repressor, but then I bawl like a baby about the poor doggies who were abandoned on the lake.
I also had a bad therapy experience, plus, when I went on anti-depressants, the things that had bothered me so much seemed so little.
That way lies THE END OF THE WORLD, sweetie.
But it means I get to be the Antichrist and be tall and stuff! I can bring about the END OF THE WORLD
and
see what's on the top shelves!
... you're not buying this, are you?
I hear you, Jilli. I seem to have two settings -- ON and OFF. I am constantly having to train myself to NOT think of "do it all or nothing."
There's STUFF. I should be DOING. ALL THE TIME.
You need some downtime, hon; but I get it, downtime is thinking time and that can kinda suck.
And then the brainworms get you. Yes. But, tonight I am going to take time off and read. And tomorrow I return to going out dancing. So that will be good.
... you're not buying this, are you?
I dunno. Being tall and able to see what's on the top shelves
is
pretty cool....
I don't think repression equals height.
If I repress like a Winchester, it's already been determined by other people that I'm Sam. So I get to be really tall!
it's already been determined by other people that I'm Sam.
I could be wrong but I don't think Peev wants to be married to a tall boy without a soul.