Yeah.

I'm done doing that thing I've been doing. Just wanted you to know. ~M1L

Wrinkle Story

I found a face wrinkle above my eyebrow the other morning. I thought to myself, "Oh that must be just because I'm still dealing with wake-up squint." Plus, I've been really stressed, too, so I'm a little tense. Proceeded to relax the face. Proceeded to realize that aforementioned facial crevice had not and will not EVER disappear, even in a relaxed coma. Realized current state of mild depression had advanced to moderately serious status in one fell swoop due to this slight, yet particularly abhorrent observation. Seriously considered returning to bed and calling it a day not only because of aforementioned facial deformity, but mostly because I hate my job. Thought about hating my job. Realized that my hatred for my job exceeds even my loathesome disgust for John Edwards, but I love to be able to pay my bills. Cursed Publisher's Clearinghouse for forsaking me in spite of various magazine purchases. Nursed a cup of Folgers and dragged my tired ass and wrinkle to work. Realized that answers to these problems will not be figured out today. Carried on. The End. ~M1L

I just bit my lip 'til it bled.

Spent the last several hours in the hospital again. I now have two grandparents there. My grandma suffered a stroke two weeks ago and my grandfather had chest pains this afternoon. This whole aging thing is for the birds. I don't have much else to say about it right now. I think everybody fully understands just how much these kinds of things suck out loud without further comment.

I'm going to try semi-anonymous cathartic writing for awhile and see if it helps. My concentration apparently decided to take an extended vacation to Prague, or somewhere equally as intriguing, I'm sure, and forgot to let me know she would be exiting the premises indefinitely. I miss her desperately, and I wish she would return to the nest, but my letters and pleas have, as of yet, gone unanswered. Has anyone else dealt with this kind of inconsideration from a major brain function? If so, how did you deal? I will pretty much try anything at this point unless it involves doing something painful, gross, or inconvenient, in which case, forget it.

Someone just explained the concept of "scat" to me yesterday and I am still very upset about it. I think everyone else should be, too.

I'm going to go make myself a cup of Folgers with a ton of sugar and fat-free vanilla creamer and see if I feel better. Then I will attempt to do the work I had planned to do and am currently avoiding. Thanks for caring enough to read my crap. ~M1L