asset noir: the western edge
i could be a bull dozer right now, i think it would be theraputic. road block after road block this afternoon. obstacles obstacles! hate hate hate hate hate.
the western edge
i’ve eaten two donuts today. one for breakfast, because it was free from imperial parking. another to sate my low-blood sugar rage attack i was having on the postal meter. also free.
however, those two donuts have made up the majority of what i’ve had to eat today. i swear, i just wasn’t hungry. but all of a sudden, about 20 minutes before 5, my stomach decided it was time to eat and it was time to eat NOW. of course that’s when about a jillion little tasks jump in and start beating the crap out of my patience. and then traffic. my god traffic.
half of me is like “find your zen. you have some zen, remember when you were young and insane and put your body through living hell just for blue ribbons and blisters?” then the rest of me is like KILL KILL KILL. START WITH THE VOICE THAT TALKED ME INTO RUNNING THAT MUCH.
i really, really need to go grocery shopping. but i’m reluctant to spend any money. i’d rather save up and eat the weird things that are left over in my cupboards just so that i can feel safe and secure with that non-negative number in my checking account. and really it’s not that bad. i have survived with less. what kind of masochistic hoarding behavior has living on my own spawned in me?? and it’s really only with food. because food is consumable it doesn’t stay around to be pretty to look at like pretty jackets. and shoes. and everything else i’d rather spend money on.
at least for the moment i can relax in that “i’m not at work” feeling, free to peruse the internet as i please. free to be in my underwear. free be a caterpillar in my big down comforter, tessa burrito style until at least 6:37am tomorrow morning.
hooray
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