Random thought number something.
I’m reading – still- Bessel van der Klok’s The Body. And listening to an excellent playlist. And standing because I sit too much in general. I’ve heard sitting is the new smoking. Like we’re not all going to die at some point. Random thoughts keep intruding and my attention keeps wandering. Would I have been a good Vegas singer? Is this house high enough if … Continue reading Random thought number something.
I don’t want to be fat.
I don’t want to be fat. I’ve been obsessing over it lately, just a little. Maybe a lot. The perceived extra ten pounds is incessantly on my mind. I feel like a failure. Because ten pounds is the difference between being an acceptable human being and scum of the earth. And it’s definitely about the weight. Danger, Will Robinson. It’s okay to want to look … Continue reading I don’t want to be fat.
What?
My page is suddenly in Czech. I have no idea. This better not be what today is going to be like. Anyhow, I sent WP a message but they are invariably excruciatingly slow, so if anyone knows how this happened and how I can fix it, please help. It’s not even the full moon. Continue reading What?
Perfectionism, a garage door, and some compulsivity.
My garage door had some work done. The other doors are going to talk – it looks five years younger, all shiny with a lustrous dark brown coat. New paint. The TLC was overdue. I’ve lived here for twelve years and prior to last week, the only maintenance the door received was an occasional drive-by washing. I can be shockingly negligent with home maintenance. It’s … Continue reading Perfectionism, a garage door, and some compulsivity.
From Famine to Feast 