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on a wednesday...
I didn't go to work today.. I hope they don't fire me. I don't think they will.

Ever have one of those mornings where you feel, physically, relatively ok, but your mind just goes, 'umm, no..' ? Today was one of those days for me. My job is to analyze data from files sent to me by another office, and then input them into a client database. It's a cake job and I enjoy it, (mostly because I have perfected the art of slacking and can get my work done while also surfing the net :) but I just knew that I couldn't stare at any more data today.. yesterday it started kind of swimming around the screen, like my eyes couldn't focus on a single line.

Husband just brought me breakfast.. green tea with vanilla soy and some fruit. Being sick has completely screwed up my diet and exercise routine. I haven't been to the gym in almost two weeks because of cramps and low energy, and my healthy eating plan? Right out the window. When you feel like crap, it's harder to care *lol*

I need to gain some focus today. I started out by doing a mask this morning.. and since I can walk and stand without much pain today, I am going to try to head to the gym. It makes me feel physically and mentally more aligned. My doctor says exercise helps with the pain, but it's hard to exercise when you have pain, so there's that. :P

Maybe we will paint some more cupboards today. That would make me happy :)




Nothing here to fear
I'm just sitting around
being foolish when
there is work to be done
Just a hang-up call
and the quiet breathing
of our Persian we call
Cajun on a Wednesday

so we go from year to year
with secrets we've been keeping
Though you say you're not a Templar man

Seems as if we're circling
for very different reasons
But one day the Eagle has to land

Out past the fountain
a left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
Then think -- well why not --
and stop for a coffee
then begin to recall
things that you say

No one's at the door
You suggest a ghost
perhaps a phantom
I agree with this in part
Something is with us
I can't put my finger on --
is Thumbelina size 10
on a Wednesday --

so we go from year to year
with secrets we've been keeping
Though you say you're not a Templar man

you tell me to cheer up
you suspect we're oddly even
Even still the Eagle has to land

Out past the fountain
a left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
Then think -- well why not --
and stop for a coffee
then begin to recall
things that you say

Pluck up the courage
and snap
It's gone again
I start humming "When Doves Cry"
Can someone help me
I think that I'm Lost here
Lost in a place called America