A question or two...

Is it an independent thought when I ask myself if I am capable of having an independent thought?

I feel like the old guy Matthias who answers the door when the centurions are lookingforBrian in Life of Brian: "My legs are grey. My ears are gnarled. My eyes are old and bent. "

I tend to get everything wrong.

Another quote comes to mind, this time from George Harrison in a Hard Day's Night.

George: "Oh, you mean that posh bird who gets everything wrong."
The Man: "I beg your pardon?"
George: "Oh yeah, the lads frequently sit around the television and watch her for a giggle. In fact, once we all sat down'n'wrote these letters saying how gear she was and all that rubbish."
The Man: "She's a trend-setter. It's her profession."
George: "She's a drag. A well-known drag. We turn the sound down on her and say rude things."

Another question: Do I really have anything worthwhile to say?
And another: Would I have the balls to say it if I knew what it was?

I have tended to live my life as a spectator, in the nosebleed section.

Oh the weltschmertz I feel! The ennui! Malaise!


And my spacebar is not working!!!

Take 2 for chronic self-intoxication and call me in the morning

Today I am feeling restless and my mind is fuzzy. I can't concentrate. I called an old friend and could hardly find anything to say to her. She seemed less than enthused to hear from me, or at least that was how I felt. Sigh.

If you are yearning to have a blast from your past...

http://www.nostalgiacentral.com/ is the site to see. I miss the 70s and 80s and the older I get the better it all seems.

My soul on Vinyl

Let me take you down,
‘Cos I’m going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
It’s getting hard to be someone
But it all works out,
It doesn’t matter much to me.
Let me take you down,
‘Cos I’m going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
No one I think is in my tree,
I mean it must be high or low
That is you can’t you know tune in
But it’s all right
That is I think it’s not too bad.
Let me take you down,
‘Cos I’m going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Always, no sometimes, I think it’s me,
But you know I know when it’s a dream.
I think I know I mean a ‘Yes’
But it’s all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.
Let me take you down,
‘Cos I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever.

Nothing like a lot of hard work to...

get your mind right! My mom and I worked all day cleaning the house inside and out. Funny how the better your house looks, the worse you look. Oh well. Got to get it ready to sell. Hope we get the house we would like... No pool, smaller yard, smaller house. Aaaah.

I'm Fine, Thanks for Asking

Shit. Here I go on another self-deprecating rampage that will only end in me feeling sorry for myself, or worse. I get in moods like this about three times a month. This probably coincides with the imminent move to Houston where everything in my life is going to change, and not all for the negative. I'm experiencing distress AND eustress. It's a Psych 101 word, eustress is.

My mind is foggy and all I find myself good for is sleeping and/or eating. Yesterday I cleaned the kitchen just about all day (at least that is what it felt like) and today I am tired. Also none of us slept last night because I have to quit nursing Ava to get her to sleep lest her teeth rot away. So quoth her dentist.

I have so much clutter in this house, and our pool is green and the lawn needs to be cut. And I have clothes to wash and fold and put away. And miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep.