In a few hours, I’ll be winging my way across The Pond for my first British Adventure.
I can’t wait to meet my darling blog-friend, Evelyn, who has so graciously offered her hospitality and companionship. Her eclectic knowledge and far-flung interests never cease to astound. One look at her blog will tell you that. We speak a wonderful language that I’m sure no one else can understand. Part poetry, part trans-continental colloquialisms, part bipolar-brain, we delight in each other’s weirdness. She was the first person to buy a card from my Etsy sight. I feel like I’ve known Evelyn all my life. Here she is with Fred (who seems to speak the same Irritated Cat language as my Henry).
Then, there’s that other piece of business I’ll be tending to while in London. A bit of theater. In the front row. Agog.
For Hobbit fans, this soliloquy might ring a few bells. Alas, poor Richard seems to be destined for the torch. Is it any wonder I’m smoldering?
Evelyn has instructions to box up my ashes and ship me home. I’ll send up a smoke signal when I get back.
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OMG. I really really really finished cleaning the FUCK out of my house. I guess I can’t call it my house any more since I just moved out of it. So I cleaned it so hard, it looks better than it did when I moved in! I hope like hell that the property manager guy does the right thing and sends me back ALL of my money!!
So I have a very “What Now?” feeling going on. I was so focused on packing, moving, and cleaning for the last few weeks and now it’s . . . Done! What next?
I am reading the latest issue of Vogue, it is like seven or eight hundred pages and weighs a TON and I think it’s injuring my arms to hold it up to read. Well not really read. It’s mostly advertisements. Mostly I look at it and go “What the FUCK? Who thought THAT was a good idea?” You know how they try to make really ugly shit look like it’s THE SHIT? Yeah. No. I don’t care what you say, Vogue, ugly is still ugly. But some of it is entertaining my brain. And then I think about how I used to sew and make my own clothes and have a sexy body and it’s like, Damn! What happened? I need to turn this shit AROUND!!! Maybe my “What next” is that I need to plot a COMEBACK to where I look and feel more like myself again. Maybe I will make myself my own little project.
Did you ever do that? I mean, with someone else? I used to date guys who were several rungs below me on the socioeconomic ladder (sue me, but I was wayyyyy better than them) and I would make the guy my improvement project. Clean him up, cut his hair, put him in some better clothes….but then he’d still be talking dirty out loud in the middle of a nice restaurant…or thinking someone was looking at him wrong and calling out across the fine, classy restaurant “What’s YOUR problem, BITCH?” Yeah that shit never worked out like I thought it should. Lots of attempts at putting lipstick on a pig. Mixed results.
Maybe I’ll have better luck at improving myself. Then again, I have been known to bust right through the appropriateness barrier at the most inopportune of times . . . Well fuck I can try anyway can’t I? We’ll see.
Filed under: Bipolar
, Bipolar Depressed
, Bipolar Disorder
, Psychology Shmyshmology
, Mental Illness
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I am so grumpy. I’ve noticed all I have been doing the last few weeks is bitching about this or bitching about that. I’m surprised my husband can even tolerate me.
I’ve also been painting as you know I’ve finished about four so far and I’m working on three more, maybe more I’m just really enjoying it. I’ll post more pictures soon.
I do have a photo to post tonight that makes me giggle every time I see it as I think it is worded poorly, tell me what you think!
I personally don’t want that big of a shot :p
Tonight I was also working on a piece of art which is a mix of two pieces I have done. I rather like how it turned out.
Anyhow I’m keeping it short, gonna chill with hubby and try to think positive thoughts. Only 5 more days until therapists. I’d go twice a week if I could!
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