Oh man change my name to Grandma Moses! I’m getting OLD!! I threw my back out in this move. I feel like a creakety crunchety old lady. No, it doesn’t have ANYTHING to do with trying to unpack everything in a week. NOTHING! Well I am almost unpacked. But now the office is going to have to wait because I am a big ol’ mess of aches and pains and I’m taking pain pills like they’re Good n’ Plenty. I love that damn candy. Mmm candy. Maybe I’ll go get some. I haven’t had Good n’ Plenty in forever. Yeahhhhh. Oh so easily distracted…but as I was saying….I wasted my back. It’s part of my effort to be an island and do everything myself without asking for help. What in the HELL is so hard about asking for help? I have plenty of people who would be more than willing to help. I just get in my groove and I wanna go-go-go. On my own-own –own. It’s dumb. Well the office won’t get done unless I ask for help, that’s all there is to it! The heaviest boxes of all are in there and I just plain can’t move them around now. So…I gotta do it. Poo.
So YEAH the move went pretty well. This place is NOT light like the other place so my light BILL is going to be high as hell, my brotha. I keep the lights on all day when I’m home. I don’t care! I need the fuckin’ light! I need it. My eyes scream for it. It’s a part of my makeup. Gotta honor it. And my poor plants!! They are threatening to curl up and go to plant heaven. I have to buy some plant lights. What the hell makes a plant light a plant light, anyway? They DO seem to be better for the plants. Maybe they’ll be better for me too!
It’s starting to get cold here, and it’s getting light later and later in the morning, and darker earlier in the evening. All of this shit sucks the big one. It’s like the world is getting ready to go to sleep. And somehow I have to try to stay awake. I’m still exercising, that’s my biggest challenge this time of year. If I can keep working at home I think I can maybe exercise at lunchtime. I don’t usually feel like eating at lunchtime. The challenge will be to get out of my pajamas. I usually keep them on all day. I really am a comfort hog. I haven’t fallen so far down the well that I’ll go out and walk in pajamas, though. Maybe next month, we’ll see. Do you ever see those girls at the store in pajamas and slippers? I want to ask them, “You realize that you look like a fucking fool, right?” but I don’t. I still might someday. Don’t put it past me. At any given moment in time, I might say anything. I shock even myself. That’s Bipolar, I guess. Bipolar = Big Mouth. I think? Or maybe it’s just me.
Well that’s all the news that’s fit to print. And quite a bit that’s not. You know me. Let’s talk again soon! Keep on fighting, people! Cha cha, BPOF!