I'm not so irritable, and that in itself should be alarming. God knows there's so much to be irritated about, but I don't care. I'm doing my little chores and sleeping well. I'm even dreaming again. Let the world go to hell in a hand-basket. Me, I could care less.
I have contracted with a friend and neighbor to accompany me whenever I go see my cardiologist to take notes and ask questions.
Enigma sent me easy yoga links and if I could stay awake while relaxing, I'd be doing some yoga.
Freida Bee has inspired me to clean my closet of clothes that are too small and to forget forever that I might be that size again. Then I go in hunt of my transitioning from plump to fat clothes, mainly some form of muumuu or maternity clothes that will accommodate my gut. And I must buy a new bigger bra and several pair of fat and happy under pants.
I am diligently editing my novel, chapter by chapter. My goal is to work on a couple a day.
And I'm going to a party tonight. Imagine that. It's just next door, but still... There will be food, drink, grown ups and kids. It's a start.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
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A party! Have fun :)
Well, take that Zoloft!
I'm back on Doxepin doc. Almost off the Zoloft. Made me very irritable and unable to enjoy a moment without a bit of anger associated with it--rage kind of shorts out the brain. At least my brain. I need to be a bit mellower. Then I can think, speak, write. I may get fat, but I'd rather be fat and happy than thin unable to experience joy in the moment.
Welcome back, Utah. I'm so sorry for the recent hell you've been experiencing. Wish I could send my editor up there to help you.
But take heart in knowing many, many fans are so happy to see you returning! Yay!
And I'm going to a party tonight. Imagine that. It's just next door, but still... There will be food, drink, grown ups...
It's been so damn long since I went to party that didn't mainly involve Spongebob, Powerrangers, or some other kid affair I wouldn't know how to handle myself.
What a lovely evening. Really good catered food, wine and beer aplenty, and the best jazz quartet I've heard outside New York or LA. Three young guys and a guy slightly younger than I. It was their first gig together. Playing flawlessly from great old jazz classics and standards from the late greats. It was magic. The drummer, the keyboardist and the sax players were very young. The sax player played tenor, alto, and flute. Wow, what an evening.
All the neighbors are asking me for obama Signs.
oh Utah...you sound so much better...a party with jazz....now that is wonderful...( and they asked for Obama signs...wow..)...and I am so glad that meds are settling in and doing their job- so you can get back to YOU.....we love ya....
( and yeah,. a party- I would not have a clue ...good for you ;-)
( I am leaving the Soothing Vids up at ENIGMA CAFE on my blogroll at watergate summer- some other folks emailed for them too...you are not alone in hurting in these times....)
many hugs...
many hugs...
If I have inspired you to take up teh MooMoo, then my work is done here.
Glad you're dreaming, U. Savage. I hate when I'm not, even if it's just not remembering it.
Welcome back!
Great to be back on track and the biggie is; dreaming!! That's saying something. Equally good to hear is that someone will be coming with you to take notes..that ought to also put people automatically on their toes, ha!
And even though there's plenty to be annoyed by, you're not atlas so you're absolved having to feel like you care. You can only expend so much energy to caring when you have other issues to deal with.. like getting back on track!
hugs
Ingrid
ps..linked to Maggie the novel and will by an extra pack of printing paper before I start to print and read and hopefully, help you to get started to screenwriting material. I cannot read long materials online and always download so I can sit and read wherever I want..
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