See Ya On The Flip Side

No matter how many times I tell John to turn off the light in the bathroom, he still leaves it on.

Like right now. He came in for a brief moment, and I'll be damned if the light isn't still on in there. Good thing I need to head that way one last time before I go to sleep tonight. I just don't know if I would have been able to handle the all of 10 paces it takes for me to get all the way over there just to turn out the light.

I wonder if he's this abusive to his apartment back home.

Good luck, mate. :)

Be Still

When was the last time you just stopped.
You just sat still.
Quieted your thoughts.
Breathed in deep.
Exhaled.

No, I'm not talking about Yoga.
I'm not talking about taking a nap either.
I'm not talking about sitting next to the fire watching a movie with popcorn in your lap.

Mediation takes too much energy.
Oh, the irony.

When I was a physics major, one of my fellow drinkers asked me during our calm drinking evening after a big drinking physics party something that he asks everyone but to which he had yet to hear a satisfactory answer. Why do I drink. I thought for a moment and then told him quite seriously, it was the only way to get my brain to stop thinking. He said it was the most truthful answer that he had ever heard.

That was 10+ years ago now.
Today, I drink for the flavors.
I still have a hard time getting my brain to stop long enough to take a breath.
It's running 90 miles an hour trying to have 15 thoughts at once.

I find that breathing seems to help.

Now I've got to spend the next two minutes, shaking... and sweating... like a crack whore looking for a fix... Should have taken the stairs... cause it's getting very... very tight in here.

Holy Hell

I'm such an 80's girl. At some point tomorrow I really need to comb through my YouTube favorites and get them sorted into some playlists.

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