And crawling on this planet's face, some insects called the human race. Lost in time. And lost in space... and meaning.
with the shrinkologist went as it always does. I enjoyed to conversation, and by the time I got home I found myself in a pissed off mood. I wish I knew why that happens. I really like George, think we would have been friends in other circumstances, etc. blah blah blah. Why does visiting him piss me off?
I went shopping
at the local Lowe's store. I priced a lot of things I will never buy and, of course, neglected to check on the things I might actually acquire. I am going to do some landscaping this year (very minor) and will also be re-doing three bedrooms that are afflicted with hideous wallpaper. I don't know why.
proceeds apace. I suspect it is going to turn out to be one of those games I can play only on the easiest levels, though. I am beginning to get into harder territory and the demands on my vision are increasing.
I have resolved
to attempt (again in one case) the two "100" challenges on LJ. I will attempt to write 100poems and 100stories. Whatever the community requirements I am going to do it in the following fashion. I will write one poem per day for 100 days. No getting ahead, no catching up from behind. One per day. If it goes well, I will attempt the story challenge before I finish the poems on the same terms.
is a problem lately. I am in a bad mood most of the time. I find myself easily pissed off by people. Or television. Or newspaper articles. I cry easily. An episode of Charmed my sister was watching brought me to tears. Usually it makes me gag. Something is wrong.