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places my brain has been of late
Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005 11:22 pmOh, so tired. And I still have not done dishes. Or rewritten my very extensive (half-crossed-off, then augmented) to-do list.
Mylittle brother turned 31 today. Happy birthday, Rick.
Last weekend I finally fixed the blinds in my bedroom -- or rather, took a pair of pliers to the broken knob, and TURNED it so that the blinds actually darken at last. They've been broken as long as I've lived here. I don't know why I didn't try this sooner. Ever since, I have been going to bed at 11:30, setting the alarm for 7:45, and waking up *exhausted*. I actually think this means I am sleeping more soundly, and feeling groggy because I'm interrupting the sleep cycle at the wrong point. -- Or maybe it's just a reaction to my elevated daytime stress. But it is strange. Even the Mother Of All Thunderstorms the other night woke me only far enough to feel a little unnerved, and otherwise to wish it would go away and let me go back to sleep.
Someone in Marshfield is selling a 1987 VW Cabrio (convertible), automatic, on Craigslist. *pines* My longtime dream car. For not too much money. I could very nearly pay cash for it. *pines* And it is shiny and green. Go ahead, say it: pine green. Yuh-huh!
Yesterday evening (after blowing $40 at the Body Shop; thank you, retail therapy) I went to B&N looking for a Hebrew phrasebook, which I found... and then I found myself in the neighboring Psychology section, and I looked at books on coping with a couple of different topics which I shall not specify, except to say that they provided some illumination. I was standing there reading with tears in my eyes. I hope I learned at least one or two things that will prove valuable. At least I have some avenues to pursue.
A week from Friday, Tiger Boy will be home again.
A week from Sunday, I fly to Amsterdam, and thence to Israel for 10 days.
I am of course excited to see Jerusalem... and it really is kind of a shame (since beaching is one of the things![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chanalehs like best) that I won't be staying longer to go down to Eilat with ablock and jweiss... but looking ahead, it is Tzfat that is calling to me. Art and angels and alef-bet. In the mountains. (And did I mention the klezmer festival?)
I need to clean house.
I need to pack.
Perhaps I need to take up meditation.
EDIT: Okay, well, at least I did some dishes. Good enough. *zonk*
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Last weekend I finally fixed the blinds in my bedroom -- or rather, took a pair of pliers to the broken knob, and TURNED it so that the blinds actually darken at last. They've been broken as long as I've lived here. I don't know why I didn't try this sooner. Ever since, I have been going to bed at 11:30, setting the alarm for 7:45, and waking up *exhausted*. I actually think this means I am sleeping more soundly, and feeling groggy because I'm interrupting the sleep cycle at the wrong point. -- Or maybe it's just a reaction to my elevated daytime stress. But it is strange. Even the Mother Of All Thunderstorms the other night woke me only far enough to feel a little unnerved, and otherwise to wish it would go away and let me go back to sleep.
Someone in Marshfield is selling a 1987 VW Cabrio (convertible), automatic, on Craigslist. *pines* My longtime dream car. For not too much money. I could very nearly pay cash for it. *pines* And it is shiny and green. Go ahead, say it: pine green. Yuh-huh!
Yesterday evening (after blowing $40 at the Body Shop; thank you, retail therapy) I went to B&N looking for a Hebrew phrasebook, which I found... and then I found myself in the neighboring Psychology section, and I looked at books on coping with a couple of different topics which I shall not specify, except to say that they provided some illumination. I was standing there reading with tears in my eyes. I hope I learned at least one or two things that will prove valuable. At least I have some avenues to pursue.
A week from Friday, Tiger Boy will be home again.
A week from Sunday, I fly to Amsterdam, and thence to Israel for 10 days.
I am of course excited to see Jerusalem... and it really is kind of a shame (since beaching is one of the things
chanalehs like best) that I won't be staying longer to go down to Eilat with ablock and jweiss... but looking ahead, it is Tzfat that is calling to me. Art and angels and alef-bet. In the mountains. (And did I mention the klezmer festival?)I need to clean house.
I need to pack.
Perhaps I need to take up meditation.
EDIT: Okay, well, at least I did some dishes. Good enough. *zonk*