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After Wednedsday morning events, my sleep pattern has been pretty disaray. Kind of how it works. St. Mary's called for overtime tonight. I would have loved to picked up the hours (lord knows I need the extra cash), however my body was 1/2 dead. No matter how bad I need the extra cash, I need to know my body, and make sure I am safe on the floor.
Made it through all of "Seven years in Tibet" yesterday. I had seen parts of it, awhile ago, but fell asleep during it, previously. The film was amazing, not to mention 1/2 naked shots of brad pitt-YUM. Surprised to see "Professor Lupin" playing Peter. The scenes of hiking made me long for travel, and the quest of survival. Breathtaking.
Lately in my trips to Goodwill, I've been picking up books on "Buddahism". Something that interests me. That, and my decorating in my house has emerged to be Mission with oriental influence/feng sui. Of course "Seven Years in Tibet" was up my alley. The chinese invade tibet, and when the representives come to meet His Holliness, the Dahli Lama, they destroy the sand painting, and disrespect them. Whatever. Although it angers me, and my thoughts turned to when the Japenese bombed Pearl Harbor, and how the U.S. is now supporting Japan by importing Cars and other goods, it made no sense to me. However, from the little I know of "Buddahism" Peace run rampid through there beliefs, therefore I'll keep my mouth shut on the Chinese involvement in Tibet.
Although its been aprx three weeks being off Mr. Zoloft, and without any reprecussions, I'm still building walls. Gene called me today, and wanted to ask if I wanted to go to the gay 90's with him next Tuesday (Fat tuesday). Personally, I'm sure he wants a ride up there. Not. So. Much. The last time I went to the 90's with him, he managed to get extremly intoxicated, extremly annoying, and we managed to get pulled over in Cannon Falls, where the police officer mentioned that he was sweating vodka. I rather drink draino then go the cities with him for a drag show. My antique dealer stoner friends wanted to come over and "Help me take a nap". What is with gay mens strive for blantent honesty? A and F should come out with a shirt that says "I want to suck your dick", or "Fancy a Fuck". I am sure they'd sell out faster than a grand opening of Krispy Kremes. How does one answer to that? "Sure, come over, lets fuck?, I don't know you, and you don't know me, but lets have sex, just to have sex.
Speaking of which, Veneral Disease day is fast aproaching! The worst holiday out of the year, by far. Give me a christmas on the closed ward, give me a birthday in which no one remembers, but please don't make me live through yet another Valentines day. Last year, (and hopefully someone will find humor as I did), I sent Sympathy Cards to my family and friends! CRACKS MY SHIT UP! Although I know my family didn't find the humor, I sure the hell did, and am planning on doing it again this year. I find it suiting since I usually dress in black, and wear my mourning veil....................
Made it through all of "Seven years in Tibet" yesterday. I had seen parts of it, awhile ago, but fell asleep during it, previously. The film was amazing, not to mention 1/2 naked shots of brad pitt-YUM. Surprised to see "Professor Lupin" playing Peter. The scenes of hiking made me long for travel, and the quest of survival. Breathtaking.
Lately in my trips to Goodwill, I've been picking up books on "Buddahism". Something that interests me. That, and my decorating in my house has emerged to be Mission with oriental influence/feng sui. Of course "Seven Years in Tibet" was up my alley. The chinese invade tibet, and when the representives come to meet His Holliness, the Dahli Lama, they destroy the sand painting, and disrespect them. Whatever. Although it angers me, and my thoughts turned to when the Japenese bombed Pearl Harbor, and how the U.S. is now supporting Japan by importing Cars and other goods, it made no sense to me. However, from the little I know of "Buddahism" Peace run rampid through there beliefs, therefore I'll keep my mouth shut on the Chinese involvement in Tibet.
Although its been aprx three weeks being off Mr. Zoloft, and without any reprecussions, I'm still building walls. Gene called me today, and wanted to ask if I wanted to go to the gay 90's with him next Tuesday (Fat tuesday). Personally, I'm sure he wants a ride up there. Not. So. Much. The last time I went to the 90's with him, he managed to get extremly intoxicated, extremly annoying, and we managed to get pulled over in Cannon Falls, where the police officer mentioned that he was sweating vodka. I rather drink draino then go the cities with him for a drag show. My antique dealer stoner friends wanted to come over and "Help me take a nap". What is with gay mens strive for blantent honesty? A and F should come out with a shirt that says "I want to suck your dick", or "Fancy a Fuck". I am sure they'd sell out faster than a grand opening of Krispy Kremes. How does one answer to that? "Sure, come over, lets fuck?, I don't know you, and you don't know me, but lets have sex, just to have sex.
Speaking of which, Veneral Disease day is fast aproaching! The worst holiday out of the year, by far. Give me a christmas on the closed ward, give me a birthday in which no one remembers, but please don't make me live through yet another Valentines day. Last year, (and hopefully someone will find humor as I did), I sent Sympathy Cards to my family and friends! CRACKS MY SHIT UP! Although I know my family didn't find the humor, I sure the hell did, and am planning on doing it again this year. I find it suiting since I usually dress in black, and wear my mourning veil....................
