| i like soggy Cheerios better than crunchy ones (aka, the slow process of self-discovery) |
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| 09:21pm 04/10/2003 |
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I'm feeling good.
Well, aside from giving Dan his stuff back yesterday, when he punched a hole in some plaster and cried and scared the crap out of me and made me feel guilty.
But physically, I feel very good. I'm working out and I'm drinking less soda. I haven't finished any meals lately...I'm doing very well on my portion control. And I'm feeling good.
Work was fun. The puppies are sweet. I hope I get good at selling, so I can make a lot of money.
Talked to Rawn...god...I've missed Rawn. So, so much. I haven't talked to Ryan, though. Oh well. I'm letting go on lots of things, and I'm going to actually focus on myself, and see what changes I can bring about in myself, to bring myself to a place I want to be before I go looking outside myself for answers.
Anyway, I don't really have much to say, so I'm going to go now...there's nothing in here to purge. I think there's a black hole where my heart was -- because it seems to just draw people in and then spit them out...but I guess that's not a black hole, because you never come back from a black hole. Maybe I'm a tornado...and my consciousness is the eye, the calm.
Oh well. More later, I'm sure. |
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