Finished International Correspondence Writing Month with 12 letter/cards sent out. Almost one every two days, which isn’t too bad I think. Especially since I had to resend two of them. Still don’t know if Amber W. got the card I sent her at the second address. Been avoiding it, but I might need to reach out to Brock or Brittni to get the correct address or phone number. Will continue to push myself to send off cards and letters, but def need to cut back on the gift giving with my new health insurance status. Will need to look into cleaning the printer wheels after the canson paper fiasco.
Going from sexting with the FWB and cock shots in the ferry bathroom to dog poop, soiled sweats and laundry, and dishes in the dish washer. Pretty much me trying to escape my life for a little while before being violently sucked back in.
Decided to retire the Book of Serraph as a journal. The spiral binding is starting to come apart. And honestly, I’m sure it’s some kind of metaphor that I should let go of the past or something. Will probably order a new Warcraft one; but should I get it from the bookstore or not. GB is faster than the other departments, but I am really disillusioned with the bookstore, I think. With Megan leaving departments, I should be all on applying for her job. But really, it just makes me want to look harder at leaving the store. I really don’t have faith in Rachel/Brian saving the department. Honestly clothing and computers are sexier than notebooks and art supplies, **sigh** I’ll have to make some time to go through the work links and work on my resume some more.
Shoulder is still acting up, although not as bad. Need to get some ibuprofen before going to see Kevin for therapy. What else? Room remodel seems to be successful. Digital frames seem to be an expensive failure, although I should still be able to use the large one. Need to figure out how to hang the swords up though. Still have dry balls due to the lithium Forgot to talk to the doctor about that this morning. But the extreme lotioning seems to be helping.
Trying to figure out why there are so few blog entries for 2011. I only have 10 pictures in my files. Even Facebook entries are sparse. What happened that year? Was I using Blurty? Is this the casualty of a hard drive failure or me “restarting” and deleting the past? Do I research more or move on to 2012? Were the picture dates changed?
No written journal today at Café Allegro. Left it at the car along with the pen/marker case and the coloring books. And the regular books. Trying to lighten my load a bit today due to the pain that I’m carrying in my right shoulder, my mind, and my heart. It’s actually helping, believe it or not; even though I carry my bag on the left shoulder. Hoping/praying that Michelle can massage most of the pain away. From my body anyway; not sure if there is a way to heal the pain in my mind and heart. It’s only been two years here and I’m already tired of battling the thoughts in my head. How am I suppose to last for years like this? Love supposedly trumps hate, but if there is no love, does that mean hate wins? Maybe it’s time to prozac myself and just numb everything.
‘Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured I’ll always do my best for her, on that I give my word In a world of steel eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved Everything up to that point had been left unresolved Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
Now there’s a wall between us, somethin’ there’s been lost I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that counts And the one eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
I’ve heard newborn babies wailin’ like a mournin’ dove And old men with broken teeth stranded without love Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn? “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes I bargained for salvation an’ they gave me a lethal dose I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
Well, I’m livin’ in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the line Beauty walks a razor’s edge, someday I’ll make it mine If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born “Come in,” she said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”
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