Monday, February 22, 2010


I don't feel like writing. It's not like there's nothing to write about.

  • The Steven has left his zen group (sort of spiritual divorce in action)
  • One of my projects got some unflattering press in a kind out backward/sideways way that adds some significant validity to the project
  • Belly Dance class is really spectacular fun and every inch of me aches from trying to perpetually practice. (One of the owners taught class last week and she is a phenomenon.)
  • Stitches West is this upcoming weekend
  • Mix comes to play the weekend after that.
  • All medications are intact, refilled and working to such a degree that not much phases me.
Despite all this good stuff, I've been down.
Unfortunately I can't write about the petty shit that happened to kick me into such a foul mood. It really wrecks the purpose of a blog to be unable to out that disgusting little humiliating sliver that remains stuck between my ribs.


Mnmom said...

You could email me and MG on facebook for cyber therapy!!!

You practicing belly dancing is probably why the Steven left his Zen group - too much excitement at home!

Little Sister said...

Meds, huh? Must try.
See, you are an inspiration, Madame!