Today Is A New Day
It's August, 2nd, 2008 and I have been doing a lot of thinking. Please, I spend so much time in my head, I blew "oy vey" away 10-years ago and replaced it with "oy gevalt". Seriously, yo. I'm a brain dwelling freak'o nature, which wouldn't be so terrible if I wasn't a raging insomniac. I haven't really slept properly in about a week. What sleep deprived person do you know has perspective? I've been an irritable snatcharella on wheels. I know it and you know it. Impossible to communicate with in any meaningful fashion. God willing, I'll sleep tonight. Tomorrow, I'll wake up feeling, oh, I don't know, human. I'd love to say, refreshed, but that's a stretch. I have never excelled in the art of sleep. It's never been my sport of choice. I envy those who can hit the pillow and fall hard. My sister is a great sleeper. I wish I had that gene. My ma says she had insomnia in her 30s, too and chalks it up to hormones. I can roll with that. My insomnia was a gift from my nightmares, which started years ago. I've been writing on a non-fiction short story collection about said mares in the hopes of having the moxie to one day share them. I've only dished them with the great Shrinktail. He's been shrinkdating a slew of peeps for twenty-plus years and told me that my nightmares were the worst he'd ever heard. So, yeah, you know, I feel a bit, well, you know, hmmm. I appreciate his honesty, always. He is honest with me-- That's pretty rare in the doctor department. Still. Dare I share them? Fuck yeah. Slow down Sally. One day soon. Maybe. We'll see. Perhaps.
I'm such a fence dwelling bitch.
Right?!?!?!
A mini list of this, that and the other thing...
- Should we break up with Blogspot and start blogdating Wordpress? What do we think?
- Should I berate myself if I only accomplish half the objectives on my list? No, silly, you shouldn't. Really? It's great cardio. I hate to give it up.
- I need to FedEx my father something today. Seriously. FedEx is a block from me. I suck at mailing shit. If I can get something mailed via someone else, it will go out. If I have to mail it myself, oy vey. I have this crazy aversion to opening mail, posting and shipping things. Gaaaaahd.
- I need to buy two chairs today. This has been on the list for how long now? Oy vey.
- Gail Konop Baker sent me the Galleys for her beautiful book Cancer is a Bitch, or I'd Rather be Having a Midlife Crisis. I'm almost finished reading it. I'll be posting awwwwl the dish. So far, I'm wildly, desperately and passionately in love. Her book is like being punched in the face and hugged while laughing your mothah fuckin' ass off. What an exquisite writer, Debutante Gail is. Don't wait for it to come out, pre-order it now. You must buy it. Must. Must. Must.
Online BFF, My favorite rack, my love, Ah.... Mama Jones, the lamb, coffeekins and everyone else, thank you for your BEAUTIFUL missives.
Comments
Can you believe I actually am commenting? After lurky durking forever?
I think you're right about Wordpress. I'm seriously considering breaking up w/Blogspot and we've been togethr for 3 years. That's a long-term relationship. I should send blogger a parting gift. Maybe cupcakes?
I love your blog, child. LOVE IT. YOU ARE HYSTERICAL
I'm in a conuny.
I can't comment at work if you do, without having some putz masquarading as me later on. You remember how the server at work wouldn't let me sign out of my Crimespace page. Booger, I mean Blogger, weirded out last week, but they've been pretty good since the first few months of Beta.
Can't Backspace is done in Wordpress, believe it or not. But you don't have to be complicated, you can keep it simple.
Anyone can comment, you don't have to be logged in, and the spam filter software (askimet) is great.