journal creature: Spring Cleanse<br>Day 3

"I packed them myself, and yes, they've been in my possession at all times." Imagine my surprise this morning when I looked at my luggage in the mirror: a blender, cement cherub, a hardcover Mists of Avalon?!!!, For cryin-out-loud, girl, you can't travel with things that heavy!

"I'm sorry, Miss Kay, the bags under your eyes have exceeded federal regulations..."

I hear it means your liver is detoxing. The dark circles definitely aren't lack of sleep in this case, having lucid dreamed 8 full hours last nite. Even with all the rest though, today still almost got the best of me. Wednesday, what a hump day, Day 3 in the scheme of things, I might crumble if tomorrow is like today.

Upon rising I felt my energy lighter, thinner, less grounded. The world seemed invasive and rushing me, timing me. I tried to keep up, but felt like I was walking on someone else's legs, invading someone else's planet, wearing someone else's thong. Without ambition to join in, I much preferred observing this alien world I could not keep up with. Again, very little hunger besides an extreme craving around 4pm which I fed with 1/2 C raw almonds and 1/2 C raw honey (anything at this point to maintain my forward momentum, even if it is deviation, it is still perseverance). And a civ I became for my dislikes an likes, completely aware of how invasive the florescent lights, how annoying the radio, and how language is too often confused with a cheap tapestry to cover the walls, when it is more like a single candle that when carefully chosen and well spoken, can light an entire room.

What's this state I am in called? Oh, severely irritable. Whatever.

That is, severly irratable toward everyone and everything with the exception of one person: my little brother, Alex. Something about him - his social eloquence, his spiritual faith, the way he listens - on today of all days, Wednesday, hump day, the dreaded Day 3 - just the thought of Alex fills my heart with love and assures me there is hope for humanity.

Bring it on, Day 4. I continue.

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	Spring Cleanse Day 3 April 01, 2004 "I packed them myself, and yes, they've been in my possession at all times." Imagine my surprise this morning when I looked at my luggage in the mirror: a blender, cement cherub, a hardcover Mists of Avalon?!!!, For cryin-out-loud, girl, you can't travel with things that heavy! "I'm sorry, Miss Kay, the bags under your eyes have exceeded federal regulations..." I hear it means your liver is detoxing. The dark circles definitely aren't lack of sleep in this case, having lucid dreamed 8 full hours last nite. Even with all the rest though, today still almost got the best of me. Wednesday, what a hump day, Day 3 in the scheme of things, I might crumble if tomorrow is like today. Upon rising I felt my energy lighter, thinner, less grounded. The world seemed invasive and rushing me, timing me. I tried to keep up, but felt like I was walking on someone else's legs, invading someone else's planet, wearing someone else's thong. Without ambition to join in, I much preferred observing this alien world I could not keep up with. Again, very little hunger besides an extreme craving around 4pm which I fed with 1/2 C raw almonds and 1/2 C raw honey (anything at this point to maintain my forward momentum, even if it is deviation, it is still perseverance). And a civ I became for my dislikes an likes, completely aware of how invasive the florescent lights, how annoying the radio, and how language is too often confused with a cheap tapestry to cover the walls, when it is more like a single candle that when carefully chosen and well spoken, can light an entire room. What's this state I am in called? Oh, severely irritable. Whatever. That is, severly irratable toward everyone and everything with the exception of one person: my little brother, Alex. Something about him - his social eloquence, his spiritual faith, the way he listens - on today of all days, Wednesday, hump day, the dreaded Day 3 - just the thought of Alex fills my heart with love and assures me there is hope for humanity. Bring it on, Day 4. I continue. 0 comments Links to this post 0 Comments: Post a Comment Links to this post: <$BlogBacklinkTitle$> <$BlogBacklinkSnippet$> posted by <$BlogBacklinkAuthor$> @ <$BlogBacklinkDateTime$> Create a Link