Thank God for Halls strawberry cough drops. They are the only thing that stops this incessant cough for a while. Very little sleep the past 2 days. I feel ... drained. Completely. I guess it's a good thing I have a doctor's appt. tomorrow. I
...It is very strange outside. Actually, the weather in Colorado is always strange. Take, for instance, the last two days: yesterday, 72 degrees; today, we're lucky if it got above freezing. The wind is howling and it is sleeting. You know, those little tiny white
...I emailed a friend of mine today, and was telling him how 2002 seems to be trying with all its might to repeat itself in 2003. I told him that we (my sisters and I) are right back to square one. After I sent it,
...A gremlin ate my main index page! It will take me a little time to get this back up. Damn it! Keep your fingers crossed!! ::Update:: Okay, I have most all of it back up now. I'm going to quit while I'm ahead and go
...Yep, that's what today was -- a day to forget. It started out bad and got worse. I have a lot of thoughts and feelings rolling around inside of me. A lot of anger ... at whom? I don't know. I think maybe God. Its
...I can't sleep. How ironic is that? I spent the whole day feeling so tired that I could hardly keep my eyes open; then when it was finally time for bed, I tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable at all. So now I'm sitting
...As is typical of me, I grew bored. Bored with what my blog was wearing, so I decided to change it. It was good for me, though, because I had to really challenge my brain to get it all set up right. And you know
...A very unsettled day today. Hands are shaky and I'm just feeling .... restless. Every time I decide to do something, i.e.: write or draw, I can't seem to get going. It's like, I want to do it, but can't. Very little energy ... or
...Another day. In many ways, the last week feels like some sort of nightmare from which I finally awoke, only to find myself in the middle of the same unending chaos I've known for so long now. It's like .... there is no escape. Not
...Well, I'm home. Home from 5 days of hell. Days which were exhausting physically, emotionally and mentally. My other sister and I had to literally demand tests from doctors, and were in their faces every day. I think that they didn't like us much by
...Today was very .... full. Not of pleasant things, either. Hard choices; difficult people; high emotion. In reflecting on the day, I keep coming back to one particular moment in time .... a moment this morning when I was arriving back home from my visit
...A new day; A new year. If the truth be told, I really don't have anything to say other than I'm way tired and am trying not to think. lol The main reason I'm leaving this entry is to see if my monthly calendar archive
...I've been pondering my friend Mark's entry in his blog entitled, "Right at the Bastards" (I encourage any artistically-inclined and/or creative-thinking person to read this!). As is typical with me, my thoughts travel like a ping-pong ball around in my head, and I began thinking
...I've been thinking about the things I say here. I find that even here I am hesitant to say anything that will "offend"; or say anything which will make me sound like I'm complaining or whining. After all, there are a multitude of people out
...It is becoming increasingly obvious that in order for me to escape those things which bring me the most stress, I will have to run away from home. lol Seriously, though, it just isn't gonna happen. Yeah, I've taken a couple weeks off from work,
...Okay, so I'm not as strong as I thought. Or as I once was, anyway. I finally listened to what my body has been screaming at me for a while now, and enjoyed the splendor of my doctor's office today. *smirk* Blood pressure high; stress
...It was a quiet day. Not so much from without; but from within. I kept to myself today .... didn't talk a lot .... didn't interact a whole lot .... was just .... quiet. I wasn't being introspective or thoughtful, either. I wanted to get
...Memories are short, The good, all but forgotten, Only anger and selfishness stand tall in the foreground of now; Efforts in caring blur before eyes unfocused, Seen only by the heart of the giver, Appreciated so briefly by those to whom it is given ....
...It is said that familiarity breeds contempt. I'm not there .... yet. But I know that, in my experience, familiarity certainly has bred a cautious nature. I don't like it. With each new episode of past memory, the brick and mortar grows ever-higher. I find
...I feel the weight of every decision, responsibility, expectation and obligation so acutely these days, and it is squeezing every ounce of life from my pores. Not literally speaking, but ... the essence of who I am. All of the good things. The creative and
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