a few (unrelated) things
Earlier I was sitting here freaking out for a few minutes because I thought I was hearing voices. I was seriously questioning my judgement and went so far as to turn off the fan (why I thought the voices would stop with the fan, I have no clue). Eventually, I shifted and finally saw the Peter Rabbit book I read to Ash earlier, which I had been sitting on, complete with buttons you press that talk and say a number of phrases. Those moments I questioned my stability were definitely not the highlight of my mental illness experience.
Currently I am on my eighth book in two weeks. I have been craving a good read (not a reed, heh) and can’t seem to stop. Anyhow, so I’m plowing through this one, and I come across some scribbled-out words. The sentences still made sense although the previous reader had made serious effort to oblterate a couple words. Later on, again, saw some more crossed out. Curious, I finally managed to decifer the text: God, and even a Christ. WTF? Someone was so offended by the use of God in the phrase “god damn”, that they crossed them out…but left the word “damn? Oooh, that taking the lord’s name in vain hooey. Right. But it’s okay to say “damn”? Hahaha. Hypocrites…so humorous. God damn.
I have discovered a new drug. At least, my body and mind reacts in the same fashion, flying high. My newest kick is Spinning, and I am hooked, hooked bad. Sure, my hoohah was sore at first, but now that I’ve found the comfortable settings on the bike, I am set. I love my bagpunching, a great avenue for shaking the day’s frustrations, and the free weights are wonderful as I feel the burn, but spinning, ah, spinning. When I plan to hit the gym at 9am for an hour session on a Saturday, I do believe there is no going back.
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