Had the day off, the first in a week, and I enjoyed every last little minute of it. I ate too much, I cleaned a little, read a little, worked a little... All around a 4 star day.
I didn't make any New Year Resolutions yet. I have no real desire to. I have some ideas about what I want to do, but I can't say I've been making any moves toward the end result. I really need to get my ass in gear. I didn't go out for New Year's, which I know is some sort of sacrilege, but I was working that weekend and had no push to do it.
I've decided I'm stagnating. Well, I can't say I decided it, the thought floated up to me in some putrid water and I recognized it as my own. I didn't embrace it, as I'd just showered, but gently kicked it to the broken shoreline of my soul and watched it for awhile. It just rocked on the tide of the water, trying it's best to lull me to sleep, complacent with the dead end my life has run into. I fought, though, and stayed awake, alternately humming At My Funeral, and daydreaming about being a superhero, righting wrongs, helping small children and old ladies, and being the wittiest, prettiest girl at the party. Every once in a while reality would pop up and bite me in the ass, but for the most part, it was a very boring hour.
I need to get a reading. I need to have someone tell me what it is I don't see. I need a clue, because I don't feel like Miss Scarlett.
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