War on drugs. Fah.
War on terror. Peh.
Today, I declare war on dumb.
War on drugs. Fah.
War on terror. Peh.
Today, I declare war on dumb.
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): A few years back, the commissioners of Kleberg County, Texas retired the salutation “hello” because they said it contained the offensive term “hell.” In its place, they made “heaven-o” the official county greeting. That’s borderline lunatic, if you ask me, and yet I understand the principle. In fact, I recommend that you initiate some adjustments in your own language, Taurus. As much as possible, you should stop using words that make you feel bad, confused, or weak. Replace them with fresh terms that make you feel optimistic and empowered. Of course, this is good advice for everyone all the time, but it’s especially apt for you right now. The astrological omens suggest you have a special capacity for changing deep-seated habits that sap your energy, especially those involving the way you speak.
In college, when I would start to fall asleep in a class, I would start to get really warm. I put out a lot of heat normally, but when I sleep, this goes up a LOT. I learned, eventually, to realize that I was getting warm, and thus yank myself out of falling asleep. This has proven useful to me today at work.
Wonderful, crazy, psychotic, beautiful things are happening. Always, when it comes down to making a decision, I stop thinking and just make it.
So, now it’s all about action.
Last night, I got completely frustrated with the fact that the VCR remote is -still- missing. I searched all over the living room, to no avail. So, during commercials (because I couldn’t fast-forward) of StarGate SG-1 and Atlantis, I straightened shit in the house. Gaming shit, laptop stuff, stacks of papers and paperwork, etc. I didn’t get a ton done, but I got enough to make me feel good. I called in my perscriptions the day they ran out, instead of waiting a week, like usual. Then I won the ebay auction for the replacement battery for my laptop, and that upped my mood.
Today, bills are written, checkbook is balanced, old product registration forms are ready to be mailed out, and I feel more ordered and stable. Today after work I’m going to work out. Three days a week once more, and it can only do me good.
The no-sleep crazy is starting to set in.
The thing is, I get sleep. Again, I get no rest.
I just finished a book called Killing Molly. It was reviewed in the Ann Arbor Paper, was self-published, and was available at the Shaman Drum bookstore in Ann Arbor. I picked up a copy, and just finished reading it.
It reminds me a lot of
This is where time starts to slow down, and the frustration with the job begins to show.
There is a trailer for the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy movie here.
HOLY CRAP!