I was going to bitch about a ringing I have in my left ear… but it’s gone now.
Wait!
It’s back!
No…
It’s gone.
Never mind.
It was rainy today, but the weather didn’t bring up my SAD at all. I guess I get tired of being mopey, just like I get tired of being “fabulous” (that choice thing). I’ve made some minor equipment and mental preparations for my upcoming migration. The hardest things I need to do, and procrastinate to the very end, are all the items on my list that involve me dealing with people. If I keep expecting to get screwed or swindled, it will surely happen every time. Maybe that's why I'm reclusive.
Kat dragged another live ground squirrel into the house this morning (edible pet). He’s done this so much lately that I’ve stopped getting up and dealing with it. He spent an hour chasing it and crashing over things, but I didn’t care. The ground squirrel ran across my outstretched arms twice. I let it be. I suppose it will be cat shit tomorrow.
It’s back!
It sounds like a little motor running. When I first heard it I looked to my left and expected to figure out where it was coming from. It turns on and off all the time, like secret orders from a clandestine government agency. If it was sunny and 85 degrees out, I’m sure it wouldn’t be talking to me. I should quit smoking. I’ve copied a dozen letters on how people cured their addiction with EFT. I could read them right now, but I think I’ll light up instead. The world could end tomorrow. The economy probably ended last week.
It’s gone.
I’ve thought about the possibility that someone is thinking about me. For being reclusive and online a lot, I have energies spread out all over the place. If I call the right person, it would probably go away. If you know you are causing it, call me and confess.
It is a message, just like all the other little ailments that are calling out to you. Hernias remind you of your limits. Hemorrhoids scream about what you are eating. Your fingers go on strike with carpal tunnel syndromes. Scars and disabilities are reminders of the mistakes you’ve made in the past… including past lives. You can look at every part of you that isn’t perfect in your mind and come up with its message. So what happens when we remove our messages with surgery and pills?
It’s back!
I know. I’ll take a picture of my ear. I’ll see what’s in there. I’ve taken pictures of my body parts before, printed them out, and made the doctor look at them instead of undressing and letting him sexually abuse me. It's more like a conference meeting. Try it.
It's gone.
Oops. The debate is on. It sounds like they’re both losing. How appropriate that it follows “Dancing with the Stars”, another popularity contest that is completely hokey in determining winners. I think the only winner is George Snuffleupagus… whatever his last name is.
It's back!
Maybe the wealthy people in the world are finally voting against the corporations and the governments they control by withdrawing their money. The new order for the entire world will be, “It’s every man for himself!”
It’s gone.
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