Meandering about flowers, menopause, new glasses
Monday, 30 September 2002 07:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
carose59"Concern Mounts In Washington About Any Number of Things. Life On Earth Continues, But Doubts Arise About Its Purpose Or Justification."*
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The advantage to getting up before five a.m. is that at six-thirty you get to see pale fuchsia plane tracks in the sky. The disadvantage is, of course, that you aren't asleep like a normal person.
I don't mind coming in at six, I mind going to bed at nine. And I mind not seeing my flowers, which haven't bloomed when I leave (what with it being dark and all) and which are wilted by the time I get home. It's September, nearly October, they won't be around much longer. Well, we can spend some quality time together on the long weekend.
I'm feeling really low today, like something very wrong is sneaking up on me and there's nothing I can do about it. An appointment with the eye doctor shouldn't be enough to bring on this kind of weird anxiety.
I think I have to quit watching 7th Heaven; as if the show itself wasn't bad enough, I'm having nightmares about it.
Just don't feel like writing today. And I haven't even looked at a piece of fan fiction in . . . weeks? And I don't really miss it, which kind of worries me. I don't want to quit writing fan fiction. Maybe it's the change of the seasons. Yeah, we'll go with that.
Speaking of seasons, my period ended, finally. Seriously weird stuff happening there--now, along with winter, I seem to have dropped summer from my fertile periods. It's like my body's saying, fuck it, it's too hot to have a baby. Get back to me when the temperature drops. (The other day we were talking about menopause at work and someone asked me if I shouldn't see a doctor about what's been going on--not having periods in the winter. Besides not even wanting to tell a doctor that, what in the world could be wrong? Is there some disease this is a symptom of--you don't have periods in the winter? It's just me, weird again.)
I know what I need. I need lunch, and I need a new fortune. I'll go get Chinese, swipe half-a-dozen fortune cookies, and change my whole life.
"You will enjoy good health."? Jeez, talk about a boring fortune. Whatever happened to the tall-dark-stranger shtick? (Yeah, yeah, that's palm readers, I know. Well, when a friend here at work read my palm, she said I had a very strong health line and virtually no life line. What does that mean? I'm healthy but dead? Damn hard to enjoy that good health when you're dead!)
Never mind. I'm going to the eye doctor, so maybe I'll be able to see again soon.
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The advantage to getting up before five a.m. is that at six-thirty you get to see pale fuchsia plane tracks in the sky. The disadvantage is, of course, that you aren't asleep like a normal person.
I don't mind coming in at six, I mind going to bed at nine. And I mind not seeing my flowers, which haven't bloomed when I leave (what with it being dark and all) and which are wilted by the time I get home. It's September, nearly October, they won't be around much longer. Well, we can spend some quality time together on the long weekend.
I'm feeling really low today, like something very wrong is sneaking up on me and there's nothing I can do about it. An appointment with the eye doctor shouldn't be enough to bring on this kind of weird anxiety.
I think I have to quit watching 7th Heaven; as if the show itself wasn't bad enough, I'm having nightmares about it.
Just don't feel like writing today. And I haven't even looked at a piece of fan fiction in . . . weeks? And I don't really miss it, which kind of worries me. I don't want to quit writing fan fiction. Maybe it's the change of the seasons. Yeah, we'll go with that.
Speaking of seasons, my period ended, finally. Seriously weird stuff happening there--now, along with winter, I seem to have dropped summer from my fertile periods. It's like my body's saying, fuck it, it's too hot to have a baby. Get back to me when the temperature drops. (The other day we were talking about menopause at work and someone asked me if I shouldn't see a doctor about what's been going on--not having periods in the winter. Besides not even wanting to tell a doctor that, what in the world could be wrong? Is there some disease this is a symptom of--you don't have periods in the winter? It's just me, weird again.)
I know what I need. I need lunch, and I need a new fortune. I'll go get Chinese, swipe half-a-dozen fortune cookies, and change my whole life.
"You will enjoy good health."? Jeez, talk about a boring fortune. Whatever happened to the tall-dark-stranger shtick? (Yeah, yeah, that's palm readers, I know. Well, when a friend here at work read my palm, she said I had a very strong health line and virtually no life line. What does that mean? I'm healthy but dead? Damn hard to enjoy that good health when you're dead!)
Never mind. I'm going to the eye doctor, so maybe I'll be able to see again soon.
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