I have several ACTUAL stories in the works but they are Big. They require Effort. And right now I am teetering on the precipice of Shaving-My-Head and Running-Through-the-Streets-With-a Rubber-Chicken-and-a-Jug-of-Milk singing, “I am a plebeian juice badger!!!” or maybe “Waxy robot knickers!!!” or even *all lyrics composed by your’s truly.
So all you’re getting this week is a bunch of stream-of-consciousness blather. You see, I’m suffering from crazytown exhaustion for no great reason. Why can’t I check into the hospital like Rhianna and let them inject me with things to make me feel better? Then I could tweet out a lame apology to “all my fans!” while soaking up some sunshine at a spa clinic in Southern California. Why can’t I do that?
My fried desire to exist can be attributed to several factors. 10, actually. Here they are:
1. Monday2. Tuesday3. Wednesday4. Thursday5. Friday6. Saturday7. SundaySo I’m feeling a little bit of the “Don’t mind if I do!” kind of crazy. But really, those 7 things are surmountable if I can just take care of the following 3.
1. Exercise2. Stuffing trash into my face3. Forgetting to go to bedAnd then there is the artist’s affliction (Blaaach! I hate using that word. “I’m an artist.” So pompous! “I’m a queen of the universe. Just look at my hair and my teeth. Flawless.” But using the word artist makes me sound LESS stupid than my usual self-definition.)My affliction is that as soon as the boys go down, I go into denial over the existence of housework and I want to create all the things!And so, to sum up:
A. My world is a cluttered disaster.
B. I’m tired and out of shape.
C. I’m mentally fried from my day (nights and weekends) job. That I wouldn’t trade for the world. Because who cares if I’m pathetic when I have awesome offspring?!!I’m putting together some New Year’s resolutions. I’ll let you know how that goes…..