u s e y o u r h a n d s

I’ve been quieter than usual lately. Things are going on in my head and life that are taking my words away. Sometimes, it’s an effort to just shake my head yes or no. But I’m getting through.

Now, can someone pull the sugar away from me? It seems I’ve replaced one bad habit for another, as you do. But don’t let me eat any more sugar. It’s just not good for my perfect teeth.

She was starting to sweat. The temperature in the box had been increasing for several hours. It must be morning. She shifted around trying to get a more comfortable position but she had few options.

She could not remember how long she had been in the box. Days bled together as she grew weaker from lack of movement, sleep, air, water, everything.

Sometimes, she panicked. It would come on like a panther pouncing on its prey. In the dark, she fought to stop her breath from coming in deep shudders, to stop her screaming from burning in her ears.

But what she never did was look up. Because there, hidden in the dark, away from her seeking hands, was a handle. And she could have left the box so easily but did not know how.

It’s time again for my semi-annual haircut. I sort of want to chop the whole mop off because I don’t know what to do with it. I want to dye it but my office is pretty square. Maybe I’ll just go ponytail until the whole thing goes white and then falls out.

Oh, Dominick’s! I love the way you love me with your special turkey sammich with cranberry sauce. You little minx.

Why have I not updated in a while? I could blame it on my workload, which has increased quite markedly, or on the holidays, but really, I’ve gotten myself hooked on a word game called Bookworm. I sort of rationalize playing this at work because it keeps my mind really nimble.

But this is not the first game I’ve gotten hooked on. Oh, no. Rachael got me into RSVP, a game on the – no shit – Lifetime web site that involved seating like people at a dinner party. This is totally contrary to what I’d actually do at a seated dinner party, but I don’t make the rules. I have beaten this game a multitude of times.

So, another year. It started off strangely this new year. Exciting and sad. Interesting.

I hope for a lot this year. I think that’s just what I’ll get.

I have forgotten lip balm today. Sin of all sins!

Someone get me a sandwich.

This year I promise to either put up or shut up.
This year I promise to sit up straight.
This year I promise to put down the pipe.