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cyranoI was feeling really horrid today, and for no particular reason. I was crying spontaneously and feeling a general malaise, and was tempted to call in sick to work 'because'. But I didn't, and after about half an hour at work I discovered that there in fact was a particular reason, and that it had been a proto-migraine. I got sent home early and hid in bed until it went away. Luckily, I was able to leave while I was still safe to drive.
Still feeling... not all there. Drained, or spent, It feels like... autumn, like I'm winding down and come to the end of my season. It's very philosophical and poetic but it doesn't neccessarily make a lot of sense.
Tried and failed to make some kind of plans to see some living person tonight. Found one of those ads (Punch the Boxer, Swat the Fly, Shoot the Bank Robber, Shock the Monkey, Click the Doohickey and win a free iPod) that was 'Kiss Johnny Depp and win a free iPod'.
I want a searchable database with my song lyrics in it. That way when I want to talk about my headache on LJ and need a lyric, I can scan for 'head' and find what I've got. Because I'm a giant freak.
Still feeling... not all there. Drained, or spent, It feels like... autumn, like I'm winding down and come to the end of my season. It's very philosophical and poetic but it doesn't neccessarily make a lot of sense.
Tried and failed to make some kind of plans to see some living person tonight. Found one of those ads (Punch the Boxer, Swat the Fly, Shoot the Bank Robber, Shock the Monkey, Click the Doohickey and win a free iPod) that was 'Kiss Johnny Depp and win a free iPod'.
I want a searchable database with my song lyrics in it. That way when I want to talk about my headache on LJ and need a lyric, I can scan for 'head' and find what I've got. Because I'm a giant freak.
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I swatted the fly--but I'd rather Kiss Depp
Date: 2005-03-27 01:16 pm (UTC)Sorry about the headache, hon. Migraines. Ick. Icky poo.
Autumn. Hm.
So what are you ready to let go?
What are you willing to let die in your life -- and what would that allow to grow?
I spent last year thinking a lot about death and thinking .. not suicidal, mind you, but just convinced that it was my last year on the planet. Half of me was serious about it, working on getting the will and living will and that kind of thing done (which is something that Ought To Be Done anyway). The other half was certain that, "you know, this is an indicator of change. Something is dying, yes. But it isn't All of you. Part of you is going to die and you're going to rise from the ashes." (An odd thing to be writing when some people are celebrating Easter, I suppose).
And I still feel that way. But I have the sense that the year is over and I'm only half-certain about what I let die and what's growing. Sort of like a pasture where the dead grass is still lying on the ground when the new shoots come up; that lovely yellowish-tan of a pasture in stormlight in spring.