voodoo

yesterday at brenda's place i fixed myself a cup of tea and upon taking my first gulp, i discovered i'd used salt instead of sugar. even though it was in a metal tin clearly marked as "sugar".

for those of you following along at home.... no, none of my postcards surfaced on the post-secret site this week :) i need to get around to making my next 2 cards. my fifth and final card is still yet to be dreamt up.

i'm terrible at time management. i waste time very frivolously. i hate it. while at the same time, really loving it. it's a very organic part of who i am. pruning that part of me would be painful and therefore very ineffective. sometimes i just have to accept myself as i am, and learn to enjoy myself without feeling guilty about my deficiencies. it really is ok. we all have them. it's a matter of being self-aware enough to block-out periods of my day for time-suckage. people often comment about how it takes me 45 minutes to get ready for bed. it makes no sense. i realize that. there's no explaination, i just fart around, wasting time. but instead of fighting it – because i really like being frivolous that way – i just have to plan for it, because it's out of my control. it's going to happen no matter how disciplined i try to be.

when shannon returned a book i lent her, she commented on the piece of paper she'd found inside it that i'd scribled on. it said "i've never been so repulsed by one person in my entire life". i laughed when i reread it. and i'm laughing now. i love that she found it, it was unrelated to the book, and i'd forgotten it was embedded in the pages. so funny.

you may leave here for 4 days in space
but when you return, it’s the same old place
the poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
you can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace.