A Girl in a War

I’m surprised I have time for this, but I’m setting myself a reminder. Make this thing productive. Continuous. Floooowwww. 

So I’m leaving myself another to-do list. I have two days to finish the piece I was working on. Start mapping out a travel route. Finish my summer music list. Make a wish list. Two days! I just need to devote myself to some introspective meaningless selfish thematic thinking. It’s kind of like the rain we’ve been having. Short, intense bursts of showers, sometime just a sprinkle, sometimes a hurricane. The thoughts pour and then they hit the hot concrete and evaporate. Where is my notepad?! I’m fortunate the rain will always pour, even if inconvenient. 

I miss Jon Stewart, but I’ve been keeping up with Garrison Keillor. — Maybe its because I haven’t had time to read. I’m such an american. I need entertainment and culture or I’ll go nuts.

I’ve slept with candles snapping (they snap! who knew?) beside my bed. 

Mad Men has become my new favorite show. 

I’ve never been so humbled, but so confident. I’m going where I need to go, and I have no idea where the hell that is… but there’s no fear in not knowing. I can’t explain it now… maybe I need to later.

The fact that I have no relationship with my phone has greatly and severely disappointed a few individuals. I’m still not sure if I’m wrong or right about tuning others out, if only for a few hours. How do you put an “away” status on your time and brain and body? When did I become at these peoples disposal anyway? 

Also, cameras need to be banned. I should also expand on that thought. Later.

I have the thighs of a dancer and the biceps of Michelle Obama. I still have belly fat. My hair is still growing. My gaze can still intimidate. My body can still bruise easily. 

I’m dreaming such strange dreams. I wish that prophecy was still considered a spiritual gift. I would be a perfect candidate for an oracle at Delphi. 

Dogs rule and cats drool. I need no further evidence to assume otherwise. 

I also discovered that while I may not have health insurance funded through the clinic, my dogs do… it may or may not make up for it. I can’t get sick enough to find out.

Okay, I need to zone out now. I’ll feverishly find a writing spot tomorrow…