2009-05-26 - 1:23 p.m.
Last week was full of extreme work - reinforced my belief that 8 hour days are just fine for me. Don't really like working longer than that. Was so happy to have Friday off to start a 4-day weekend. I went to the beach and just sat out on some concrete thing and stared into the waves while drinking coffee. There are limits to my ability to meditate - and I guess that involves stimulants. Har.
After my little wave meditation I felt exhilirated and noticed the weird pain associate with really relaxing - the fact that you notice how tightly you really have been holding your shoulders up in a crouch of tension. Really should pay more attention to my stress levels - although last week with a report due it was probably best to motor on through with shoulders next to my ears, I guess.
Saturday was spent running errands and relearning my Rogers Park neighborhood. Then we watched fights - how much do I love Lyoto Machida? Heh, totally wrote Ryoto at first - Japanese much? Not only is Machida hot, he can kick ass. Something I admire in my fantasy love, not something that comes anywhere near my top 100 of traits in the real world.
Sunday - was burger eating day and Monday was a normal Sunday - do nothing and lament the new work week.
I also found out that Daisy from Rock of Love now has her own show to find love. Lord almighty that is so necessary. If those among us with size triple D breasts and small brains can't find love - where is the hope for the rest of us? Can we get a parade of retarded men to come by and torture me for a couple of weeks? I need you to perform your version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star for me while you create a photo shoot that recognizes me for the whore that I am and enjoy being.
I also saw that Jon and Kate show. Call me way unbreederlike, but why is this show popular? God, it was boring. Yes, kids like to run around. Yes, parenting kids is time consuming. Do I care? Not so much. hell, I find it bizarre that either one of them could find time to cheat, but then again Jon certainly doesn't seem that engaged to the family. And I haven't read all the gossip, so am unsure who cheated or didn't cheat, again, because I really don't care.
Holy crap = the new A&E show Obsessed is freaky ass. The lady on the premiere wears the clothes that her father was wearing when he was killed by a bus as part of her compulsion (self-soothing). Yikes! May this never happen to me. I completely can relate to the not wanting to drive on the freeway because - yes, buses and trucks are freaking scary to pass and cause anxiety - but good god - putting on a dead man's clothes to soothe my fears of getting killed on the expressway just blows my mind.
and, every day, (Evil, thanks!) I learn more and more about how much I love cognitive behavioral therapy. Seriously - face your fears, people - before you end up wearing the clothes your dad was killed in. I'm just saying.
Tonight is the official summer of music launch with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs at the Aragon. Bigger than the sound, bitches! Bigger than the sound! Should be fun and done early enough to not kill me tomorrow at work, but if things go awry - who cares? Everyone's on vacation, but me. Yeeha!
