Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
Monday, Sept. 06, 2004 - 3:13 a.m.
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AGH I am so tired.!!! It is only 3:12 am. And I am dead zonked.
Maybe it has something to do with exercise, diet and getting only 7 hours of sleep every night for several weeks. I know that sounds dumb cuz some people get only like 4 hours or something, If I did that I would be narcoleptic I tellya. I would be falling asleep trying to read, or drink my coffee, or talking on the phone.
But I have been riding my bike all over. I did a massage yesterday, and went to the gym again. Yay for working out my muscles. I did my "chore" for the community garden today (so had to be up by 12:30)... and that was ripping morning glories off of a 6 or 7 foot tall chainlink fence... you see how that works your arms and fingers!
And cuz I got up early to do that I didn't eat breakfast. Then I went doggywalkies and streetsale browsing. Mostly looking for fun patterned cotton bikini panties. There used to be some company that always came to these streetsales that had cute colors and the cut was always right. No waisthighs, no slippage into the butt crack. And now I am not having a good time finding good panties. Dang.
But I did end up buying a sort of seethrough black top with silver celtic or maori or whatever tattoo-look print on the biceps and front, $5 no tax. But I went to try it on in a store, and thought "oh I need to see what this looks like with a bra". And picked out a red sort of seethrough bra with black straps. And yeah, you guessed right, I ended up buying the bra for $30 smackeroos. Dang. I will wear it to the Toronto Kink weekend next weekend. We have to look presentable in the hotel for the workshops during the day. Red sort of seethrough bra under black sort of seethrough top. That should be sort of lessseethrough presentable. yeah.
And I had a cranberry/apple juice drink. I don't think that counts as breakfast.
I drew my comic in the coffeeshop at about 6pm and had a "bagel garni"... it has tomato, bacon, creamcheese. So that counts as breakfast, but it was more like lunch.
and then I had two slices of cheese. And more coffee.
Hmm. I think I might feel less tired if I ate something.
And I wanted to scan in the photos of the tiny teeny little sprigs of grass that the community garden usually assigns for "a chore"... digging them up. insane. I took photos. But now I am too tired.
So go back and read "some things I love"... everyone loved it. yeah. Hope you're having a good weekend. I am on schedule for work, and it was sunny. So that counts.
Now I will have a grilled cheese sandwich and go to bed. Somehow that doesn't get rid of ANY veggies in my fridge, yard, or garden.
Bad me.
sigh.
wenchola patola
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