Headache

Hello.

Mierda. That's what I feel like right now. I would Babelfish Mierda, so I can list it in a gazzillion different languages here, but I don't think they have the word shit in their translation database. It's really a shame don't you think?

Each morning it's the same
I stand across the counter
the promise of wakefulness fill my senses
deliver me from my fogginess of mind
oh great cup of Joe.
As Henri takes my $2
and across the counter she pushes back a nickel
it's then it hits me
I leave the nickel on the counter,
my discarded emotion affection.
"I don't need you", I say

I really, really want to sleep in today. But there are fish to feed, cats to feed, human mouths to feed. So up I get.

Yesterday morning when I woke I noticed a busted blood vessel in my right eye. It was smallish but still very noticeble. I have no idea how I got it. I thought maybe I rubbed my eye too hard while I was asleep or I blew my nose too hard, and it would go away on it's own. This morning when I got up however, it's huger! It looks like someone smacked me in the eye without damaging the surrounding eye tissue. It's very weird. So weird in fact that I had to take a picture of it to mark this occassion of the mystery hematoma thing that appeared mysteriously in Charm's eye.

Moi apologies Dear Internet for my absence these past few days. Out of town guests I did have and this is why I was away. And now that they're gone, much catching up to do I have.

Something kooky I've noticed. Keeping an on-line journal was a nice way for me to beat a little work induced stress. What I've noticed since I've quit updating from work...my body is showing signs of me internalizing my work induced stress.

I loved reading Doonesbury as a kid. And I have to admit, I especially loved this strip, although many papers didn't have the cajones to publish it and if they did, they edited it arguing the strip was done in bad taste.

Sheesh already.

Okay! Okay! I give!

In response to a few of your concerned emails and IM's to me...this one is my favorite...

What's the deal chick?!? Are you suddenly dead or what???

Hah! Def not dead. The or what part of it though...heh.

I know I've been a bit quiet on the posting front. But truth be told, ever since I discovered my boss and my bigger boss knows about my blog, it's been a bit difficult for me to just let loose the normal blabberings that I had been so accustomed to letting loose, prior to the discovery. I mean cause really, when you think about, I've posted some pretty personal stuff here. Stuff my own family, let alone co-workers aren't even aware of. So yeah, it's akin to walking around in your underwear thinking no one is looking, only to find out everyone is looking! And then there's this slight panic that hits as one wonders which underwear one happens to be wearing and if it's too risque.

So…co-workers bearing books! One of the gals came in with a huge mail bucket worth of books. Free books? Hey I’ll take some! So here’s what I managed to pull out from under the sea of Fern-Something-or-Other books…

“The Reader” Bernard Schlink

“Blackbird” Jennifer Lauck

“Chocolat” Joanne Harris

I’m not feeling so hot this morning. Yesterday I got a massage from the on-site therapist that comes in every two weeks. She’s fabulous but since I’ve been a body of pent of stress, shoulders, back, arms and hands were hard as rocks. So it was all deep tissue for me.

First time since forever I went to bed lastnight before midnight! I'm thinking it was even before 11...I can't be sure. The last I saw of the wee one was around 10 p.m. He was downstairs with his older cousin watching cartoons. I was just so exhausted I fell into bed and never got up.

Bad Mommy...

Around 1-ish in the morning, the wee one came into my room, kissed me on the cheek and told me not to get up to say prayers with him because Ate and him were going to use his prayer bunny (a little stuffed bunny that when you squeeze his heart he says the Lord's Prayer). I don't remember responding. Just that he kissed me again and pulled the sheet up over my shoulders to tuck me in. I watched him walk out the bedroom door, then turn to smile at me as his hand reached to switch the hall light off.

Yes! Sleeping in time is funnnn! For those of you how have been reading me from the beginning....ummm...and thanks for sticking around btw...:) Ya'll know then that I enjoy a good poop discussion. Don't ask me why...something traumatic must have happened in my childhood. So anyways...I woke up lastnight thinking...OMG! Angela's poop discussion! Must...share...with...the...world!

So's...heres it be: Poop