Not as many things "got to me" today as yesterday. A lot of the same factors are still in play, so I might attribute it to myself gaining some sort of immunity or resistance to the stressors. For instance, the quad still wouldn't start. A quick attempt and an "Ah, fuck it," and I was back on my way.
I don't feel particularly joyful, but more like a person determined not to get run over by a bus. So, do I want to list three things today? Not particularly. The G-word is still a trigger for me. Fuck that damned word.
So, can I acknowledge that not everything sucked ass today? Sure. I had a nice talk with my life coach, Katie. More like a friend who listens and really tries to come up with creative solutions. I do feel a bit pampered having someone listen to me bitch that actually seems intent on solving my problems, or helping me to solve them.
Unlike the customer service team at LG, for example. I get lots of promises, but my television still sits on the bed awaiting a repair technician after 2 months. I'm not going to stress over that at the moment. I got that all out on the phone this morning... and yesterday morning.
I am currently Facebook pouting. This is where I still look at Facebook, but refuse to like anything. I mainly want to keep up with my peeps, but I don't feel like interacting. I am still too bitchy. And I'm really still miffed with the whole Lesa thing. So, there's that.
I have a semi-busy schedule for a guy who accomplishes so little. Food shopping tomorrow for a dairy free <fuck> low FODMAP paleo diet. How fuckin' boring can you get? Look it up sometime. It's a cave man diet. And there's nothing fun about it. Just hunting and gathering, no deliciousness or treats of any kind. Unless you can gather them from the bakery section. No, probably not.
I'm sorta done with my need for low carb, but it's all about avoiding certain food types and it just so happens that most comfort foods are on the avoid list. Ah, fuck it. Move on.
Cello, schmello. I've been playing with the bow, and it sounds like a sick moose or a donkey in heat. Just terrible. But that's exactly how it's supposed to sound at this stage. Can't be avoided, says my teacher. Ok, then I'm doing great. Right on track. I just have to watch my back for horny jackasses.
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