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Not very grounded at all
Hello all three friends,
Your intrepid reporter is back from a jaunt to Seattle to see Cousin O’Love and family. Barely three weeks after I returned from a jaunt to Utah, Duty and I went to Seattle to celebrate our 16th anniversary and Cousin’s 34th.
I wasn’t as taken with Seattle as I imagined I would be. Tons and tons of traffic and crazy drivers + not truly knowing where we were going + Duty getting spazzy because I wasn’t giving him the directions and/or information the way he could make sense of it = meltdown for me on day one. I was ready to turn around and go home. Fortunately, D and I talked it out and he was much less spazztastic the rest of the trip.
It’s always a challenge to be out of your routine for any length of time and I had just gotten back into my room and set up my office space when it was time to leave again.
Because of this, I came home floating somewhere off in space. The energies are (as usual these days) wonky which doesn’t help so I’ve yet to touch ground. This was not (IMO) the best re-entry into my Purple Saturation work. I did three sessions today, one right after another and I felt the energy was off. I was off. I don’t think it impacted the sessions in any material way (or Prince would surely let me know) but I wasn’t in the right Lisa-space for it.
Saw this quote today and it hit me – I am not sad. I am totally in depression meltdown once again thanks to the dumb thyroid meds. I’m going to have to up my AD levels again because today, I have zero fucks to give about anything. Prince. Business. New bathroom/bedroom. Don’t care. Just don’t.
“When you’re depressed, nothing has any meaning. When you’re sad, everything does.” Gloria Steinem on difference between sad and depressed.
I’m sure this will pass. For right now, though, everything feels gray and murky.
Jeez! It’s February now, innit?
Random shit I’ve posted on Facebook:
I’ve found a place to put my shit-stirring to good use. #madskillz #makingamurderer #dontask
Someone found a video I made in my basement. Note that I’ve morphed into a hot Italian dude (nice arms!) and I’ve taken to cussing a lot more but yep, this is exactly how I feel.
The Monkees? 50th Anniversary Tour? Jeebus, I. AM. OLD. Did you know, btw, that Michael Nesmith’s mother invented Liquid Paper? Well, she did! (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liquid_Paper)
The Woo + Making a Murderer = THIS
In case you’re wondering, yes, I’m still a junior detective on the Reddit? #makingamurderer brigade and I’ve been working on my debate skills. I am getting better at citing information plus I’ve tried to be helpful to newbies (they keep flowing in!) There are over 68,000 people in that sub and on average, about a thousand there at any given time. It’s a BUSY place. :)
Also, signed up to be a Bernie Sanders delegate and if I’m chosen, will take my weird self to Philly in July (OY!) to the Democratic National Convention.
January’s vague post:
Dear People, I just can’t with you.
This includes but is not limited to:
1. Donald Trump supporters (what is wrong with your head?)
2. Mopey-ass Debbie Downers and Drama Queens (I bet people see me like that and I don’t even know it so I’ll just say I’ll include myself in here)
3. those who are 100% certain of things they cannot possibly know for sure and
4. fuckwits in general
That is all.
Signed,
Grumpy McPissyPants
