kicking my ass to the curb it is.
Archive for March, 2009
ptsd
Posted in old shit on March 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
so frustrating
Posted in Uncategorized on March 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
i got involved with this fiber artists for obama group last summer. a bunch of us sent in blocks and a little money, and together we created an awesome, beautiful quilt for the campaign. and it was good and fine and i figured it would just be a short term thing.
but, it’s quasu continued on [...]
hermitage
Posted in day to day, old shit on March 14, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
it’s the last few days of spring break. i’ve spent most of it holed up here, still not seeing many people. i got quite a bit accomplished – still nothing close to my plans, but i am a little over zealous about plans. i’ve stopped bristling when the phone rings, and yesterday, i even answered [...]
so far, so good
Posted in Uncategorized on March 11, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
i’m on call for jury duty. part of me thinks this would be a really interesting experience if it wasn’t so inconvenient right now. then there is the part of me that recognizes how difficult it is for me to make decisions that for the most part only affect me. i can agonize and agonize [...]
Posted in day to day, old shit on March 10, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
how is it that i still let my mother hi jack my day? she makes me so angry, and she is so oblivious to the fact that she makes me angry, even when i am point blank telling her “It makes me angry when this happens”
it makes me feel small and petty on the one [...]
procrastination v. anxiety
Posted in day to day on March 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
is there really a difference? are they two sides of the same coin? if it were just a matter of telling myself to sit down and get it done, well that’d be one thing, but i HAVE to contemplate every decision, and weigh the pros and cons, and calculate how that action will impact this [...]
mmmhmmmm…..
Posted in day to day on March 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
i am so lucky. i know it. not many people can afford the luxory of wallowing like i’ve been doing. i have been making it to work, and putting on what i hope is a positive enough show that folks don’t really sense the depth of my angst and anxiety. then i go home, because [...]
