Originally posted on April 15, 2010 - Thursday
Current mood: tired
Category: Life
Category: Life
There are so many thoughts, emotions and opinions circling my brain right now that my head looks like it caught a nasty case of gigantism. Oh wait, never mind, it looked like that before. SO MUCH has happened since I last wrote, it would be impossible to discuss it all in one blog entry, even as long as my entries tend to get sometimes. I have a lot of things on my mind but almost all of them are good things. I'm just a little afraid that the bottom will fall out of my proposed "HappyEnding" and that makes for a positively "CrumbyNow". Though it's my own self-created melodrama, I'm starting to feel overwhelmed with life in general. When that starts happening to me, my choices are simple;
A.) Write it out.
B.) Seek professional help.
C.) Drink away my troubles.
D.) Be a total bitch.
Answer: Well, I don't actually know the answer but I can tell you that I don't have money for professional help.
A.) Write it out.
B.) Seek professional help.
C.) Drink away my troubles.
D.) Be a total bitch.
Answer: Well, I don't actually know the answer but I can tell you that I don't have money for professional help.
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My immediate problem is that I have so much to say and the thought of saying it all, exhausts me to the point of wanting to say nothing at all. I just feel like sitting this one out. I pass. I'm giving myself permission to be 'done' with it for now. I'll pick up the baton and sprint full speed to my next destination in record time...when I'm good and ready. This wasn't a good time to limit my coffee intake. I thought if I could reduce the amount of caffeine I drink everyday, I could give my body a break from unnecessary toxins but it's only made me tired and confused. After seeing so many episodes of the show Intervention, I'd consider myself somewhat of an armchair addiction expert. With that in mind, I'd like to state that I feel caffeine addiction (and withdrawal) is similar to that of cocaine addiction (and withdrawal).
Public Service Announcement: If you or someone you love is an addict or an ex-addict (of caffeine or cocaine), don't send me any notes or comments to set me straight on my opinion, just start your own damn blog. I don't care to hear or read it.
My mental exhaustion could well be the result of good ole fashioned physical exhaustion since my last 2AM emergency had to do with my dog becoming Cujo and cornering a scared possum against my house the other night. I don't know if you're familiar with how a possum looks, but it looks like Dr. Moreau's version of an armadillo, aardvark and a vampire. It's an ugly beast and as much as I see them out in the country, I never get use to how creepy looking they are. But in the battle of The Sister's regally black & beautiful dog (Jordan) and Mother Nature's evilly gray & homely possum (What's It's Face), it was our dog I was much more afraid of. Excuse the unrefined double-meaning but she was the epitome of a mean black bitch that night. In fact, I had genuine sympathy for that homely creature.Every time Sis or I took a step toward Jordan while she was in her "rage" (to try distract her so the possum could get away), she got more aggressive with it. She was acting like she was possessed! I don’t know what the hell she did to it before I got out there but that bloodied possum hissed and scowled in a manner that sent shivers down my spine. I'm sure glad Sis keeps Jordan up-to-date with all of her shots. Jordan seemed to take all of life's problems out on that pitiful possum...although I'm not quite sure what problems a perfectly pampered pet would have. (Thank Sis for that.) She toyed with it, got in it's face and dared it to make a move in any direction. Jordan was off-the-charts aggressive and possums aren't exactly shrinking violets. This possum was only slightly smaller than her. Frankly, a country possum can put a good hurtin' on a dog if they want to. I guess this particular possum knew the limits with our dog. I sure did. After trying to coax her away with sweet calls of her name, forceful calls of her name and luncheon meat, I told Sis that we should just go back to bed and let her tire herself out. She eventually did. I guess Jordan is just a strong black female doing the best she can in this world...I know just how she feels. I haven't walked around the house to check for a mangled possum carcass yet but I'm sure it's out there somewhere. Yesterday, Momma finally came home from the hospital after about 2 weeks in, so I'll send her out there to look for it. And yeah, I know how that sounds. Now why did I go off on that tangent? Oh yeah, we were talking about exhaustion, confusion, lack of sleep or something like that. Shit, I can't remember, I'm too severely caffeine-deprived to remember. But I can tell you that between the inane political climate being stroked by the racially-biased and intelligence-free population, the sadness of throwing a rock in any direction and hitting a violent crime, the stresses of keeping my finances fat and my body thin [as I can manage] and keeping plain old life in general manageable, I'm just about at my wit's end. Literally. First thing's first though: Caffeine-free living can kiss my dimpled azz! Nothing in this world will make sense to me until I get a quick-acting caffeine I.V. STAT! I'm a witty girl living in a wondrous world and even I can't make any humorous sense of it all at the moment...but there's always tomorrow...and a Starbucks™ on every corner.
Public Service Announcement: If you or someone you love is an addict or an ex-addict (of caffeine or cocaine), don't send me any notes or comments to set me straight on my opinion, just start your own damn blog. I don't care to hear or read it.
My mental exhaustion could well be the result of good ole fashioned physical exhaustion since my last 2AM emergency had to do with my dog becoming Cujo and cornering a scared possum against my house the other night. I don't know if you're familiar with how a possum looks, but it looks like Dr. Moreau's version of an armadillo, aardvark and a vampire. It's an ugly beast and as much as I see them out in the country, I never get use to how creepy looking they are. But in the battle of The Sister's regally black & beautiful dog (Jordan) and Mother Nature's evilly gray & homely possum (What's It's Face), it was our dog I was much more afraid of. Excuse the unrefined double-meaning but she was the epitome of a mean black bitch that night. In fact, I had genuine sympathy for that homely creature.Every time Sis or I took a step toward Jordan while she was in her "rage" (to try distract her so the possum could get away), she got more aggressive with it. She was acting like she was possessed! I don’t know what the hell she did to it before I got out there but that bloodied possum hissed and scowled in a manner that sent shivers down my spine. I'm sure glad Sis keeps Jordan up-to-date with all of her shots. Jordan seemed to take all of life's problems out on that pitiful possum...although I'm not quite sure what problems a perfectly pampered pet would have. (Thank Sis for that.) She toyed with it, got in it's face and dared it to make a move in any direction. Jordan was off-the-charts aggressive and possums aren't exactly shrinking violets. This possum was only slightly smaller than her. Frankly, a country possum can put a good hurtin' on a dog if they want to. I guess this particular possum knew the limits with our dog. I sure did. After trying to coax her away with sweet calls of her name, forceful calls of her name and luncheon meat, I told Sis that we should just go back to bed and let her tire herself out. She eventually did. I guess Jordan is just a strong black female doing the best she can in this world...I know just how she feels. I haven't walked around the house to check for a mangled possum carcass yet but I'm sure it's out there somewhere. Yesterday, Momma finally came home from the hospital after about 2 weeks in, so I'll send her out there to look for it. And yeah, I know how that sounds. Now why did I go off on that tangent? Oh yeah, we were talking about exhaustion, confusion, lack of sleep or something like that. Shit, I can't remember, I'm too severely caffeine-deprived to remember. But I can tell you that between the inane political climate being stroked by the racially-biased and intelligence-free population, the sadness of throwing a rock in any direction and hitting a violent crime, the stresses of keeping my finances fat and my body thin [as I can manage] and keeping plain old life in general manageable, I'm just about at my wit's end. Literally. First thing's first though: Caffeine-free living can kiss my dimpled azz! Nothing in this world will make sense to me until I get a quick-acting caffeine I.V. STAT! I'm a witty girl living in a wondrous world and even I can't make any humorous sense of it all at the moment...but there's always tomorrow...and a Starbucks™ on every corner.
Possum Picture (Yuck!)
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