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ghanimasun) wrote2008-02-06 09:36 pm
ghanimasun) wrote2008-02-06 09:36 pm
warm weather makes me feel better
So this morning I end up accidentally sleeping in and subsequently being late for work. Oh Yay. Now I have even more time to try to make up. Work starts to bore me after about 4 or 5 hours and I get uncomfortable and fidgety. Sometimes I just wish my job was some sort of semi mindless physical labor, instead of semi mindless office work. Actually I wish that about half the time. I get so antsy and bored at my job. Thank god I can screw around online fairly easily too. And thank god for the podcasts. Because otherwise I would just go completely nuts.
I tried to bargain with myself to do like two three little exercises tonight. I sort of did, but I got too fucking winded after the first two to keep going. My god, this getting into shape thing is going to be way harder than I thought. And I keep making it worse on myself. I gotta start walking.
Oh yeah, and what is up with the fucking stink bugs again? It's winter! Just because its warm and rainy means they sneak into my apartment some how? Where the fuck are they when its cold, and why don't they stay there when its warm out!
I am trying to watch the show Six Feet Under online, but my internet connection has begun fraking up again and I haven't been able to get a whole episode downloaded yet tonight. Sometimes I guess there is a benefit to actually buying the dvds!
Also, another random thing...weird dreams last night. And guess who was in my dream? Barack Obama. I don't know why, I don't remember seeing or hearing him at all lately. I really haven't paid much attention to the elections to really have any strong concept of him. But in my dream he was very friendly and he smelled really good. There were other parts of my dream, like this giant canyon/rock structure that was sometimes made out of hot dark rock, and other times it was made of ice and snow. And I was on some sort of helicopter/tourist trip/rescue mission or something (it changed a few times) and Barack Obama was sitting beside me, being friendly and helping to calm people down, or enjoying the trip...whatever it was.
My new therapist is good so far. Although she doesn't seem to have long sessions. She is going slowly and being helpful, but I wish we talked for longer; last time it was barely over a half hour, which I don't know if that is her regular time or what, but I thought it would be/should be longer.
Sometimes I feel sort of good, and sometimes I just feel awful. Right now I'm somewhere in the middle. But I think I'm going to drink tonight anyway.
I tried to bargain with myself to do like two three little exercises tonight. I sort of did, but I got too fucking winded after the first two to keep going. My god, this getting into shape thing is going to be way harder than I thought. And I keep making it worse on myself. I gotta start walking.
Oh yeah, and what is up with the fucking stink bugs again? It's winter! Just because its warm and rainy means they sneak into my apartment some how? Where the fuck are they when its cold, and why don't they stay there when its warm out!
I am trying to watch the show Six Feet Under online, but my internet connection has begun fraking up again and I haven't been able to get a whole episode downloaded yet tonight. Sometimes I guess there is a benefit to actually buying the dvds!
Also, another random thing...weird dreams last night. And guess who was in my dream? Barack Obama. I don't know why, I don't remember seeing or hearing him at all lately. I really haven't paid much attention to the elections to really have any strong concept of him. But in my dream he was very friendly and he smelled really good. There were other parts of my dream, like this giant canyon/rock structure that was sometimes made out of hot dark rock, and other times it was made of ice and snow. And I was on some sort of helicopter/tourist trip/rescue mission or something (it changed a few times) and Barack Obama was sitting beside me, being friendly and helping to calm people down, or enjoying the trip...whatever it was.
My new therapist is good so far. Although she doesn't seem to have long sessions. She is going slowly and being helpful, but I wish we talked for longer; last time it was barely over a half hour, which I don't know if that is her regular time or what, but I thought it would be/should be longer.
Sometimes I feel sort of good, and sometimes I just feel awful. Right now I'm somewhere in the middle. But I think I'm going to drink tonight anyway.
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