Freakchylde's

Obviously, I’m still awake. I think my sleep schedule this week has set me off-kilter a bit, but that’s alright. Every time I close my eyes I have a choice of two scenes, one, I wish would stay in my head more often, and the other I need to somehow shrug off because it does nothing but cause tension. Maybe I’ll hit the kickboxing class this week instead of yoga, seems the anger energy is still radiating off of me, especially around my shoulders (which totally ruins the lovely massage I got earlier).

I’ve kind of lost track of time, I know which day it is, but somehow my timeline for the week is completely skewed. I can’t remember what happened on which day, can’t think clearly and definitely can’t open my mouth and communicate very well. I’ve got a lapse in my vocabulary and can’t articulate for shit. I spend minutes trying to think of the word that’s on the tip of my tongue, only to watch it sit there before coming to conscious memory. With that, I’d like to mention the good things that happened this week….

I’m thankful for my friends, and a few new ones, for standing with me, without words, while I started thunderstorms at 4AM.

I’m thankful for a friend who stayed with me and talked till 6AM.

I’m thankful for a wonderful partner who accepts me for me, and is willing to allow me my few real delights.

I’m thankful for a couple of strangers who let me into their room, as they attempted a philosophical approach to gender roles through-out history.

I’m thankful for a new friend, if that would be the word to use, who allowed me my few childish moments, and just tormented me back.

I’m thankful for two great friends, who allowed me to invade their space and showed me a great time – even though I now miss the Marine more than I did. (but hey, I got to torment a really cute one while I was there).