Well, I tried but quickly fell out of the habit of posting daily to my “favorite things” blogs. I don’t have as many favorite things as I thought I did. But I did update my documentary page. I watched good docs on Divine and Buck Angel this weekend. I also watched a German movie called The Hairdresser. I hate to call it heartwarming, but yeah, my heart was warmed.
I started a “My Daily 3″ journal this weekend. It’s not a to-do list, it’s an already-done list. I got the idea from here. Yesterday: paid bills, ate a Frosty from Wendy’s, farted a lot. Today list, so far: wrote a blog post, sent an email I’ve been meaning to send, jotted some notes down for a writing project.
Keeping a My Daily 3 journal will either depress the hell out of me or motivate me to get off my ass. Maybe it will do both. There’s only one way to find out…
I spent the entire weekend in bed, suffering from menstrual misery. Today is Monday and I feel better, which is good because there are things I need to do. There are so many things I need to do. I don’t know where to start.
My microwave bit the dust last week. I told myself I need to get rid of it before I replace it. My home has become a dead electronics graveyard. I have broken phones and ancient computer towers in my kitchen and living room. Two broken printers and a FAX machine have occupied the back seat of my car for months. I need to get rid of all of these things soon, especially the microwave. There are some things that just don’t heat well in a toaster oven.
My bathroom needs new shelving, but I have to get rid of a ton of shit in the bathroom first. Same thing goes for my office area. I have a zillion pens and I’m guessing 80% of them are dead. Did you know there’s a guy in California that recycles old pens? He takes donations. Donations of old pens. And he’ll be getting a large envelope in the mail from me soon.
I love making lists. If only I was better about completing any tasks on them.
“It’s not that you set out to oppose authority. In the act of writing you simply do. Your job, your reason for writing, is to uncover what the state and the conventions of your town normally hide. That’s why you want to write—to tell what hasn’t been told.” —Grace Paley (via The Paris Review)
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I’ve been trying to come up with a blog post that isn’t reflective, sentimental, and/or depressing. I wish I could write that I’ve done amazing things since the last time I posted here, but I can’t. I haven’t done a lot of reading or writing. My health hasn’t gotten better, but it hasn’t gotten worse, either. My sleep is still screwed up. I watch more TV than I’d like to admit, but I only spend a fraction of the time I used to online.
I’ve been an anti-social hermit. I miss Linda.
Today I went through my old blog and read some posts I wrote ten years ago. When I first started blogging, I was 29 years old. I had opinions and I was busy. Now, I’m 41 years old and I’m tired. I’m tired and I don’t give as much of a shit as I used to. But I suppose that’s what getting older and closer to death is all about. So it goes, c’est la vie.
I’m back to writing on a daily basis, but I get distracted too easily. So I’ve installed a site-blocking extension on my browser. Again. I’m also toying with the idea of taking a month off from the Internet. E-mail only. No Netflix, Hulu Plus, Reddit, social media, or trashy blogs. My birthday is around the corner. I’m thinking maybe a Internet-fast would be a great way to start my 41st year?
What else? My sleep patterns are improving. I think I’m learning how to trick my body into being awake during the day. I’m still only sleeping between 2 – 4 hours at a time, though. I’ve had disturbing dreams the last few nights. The kind of dreams that you’re unable to shake when you wake up. Sweet dreams, why do you elude me? I wish you’d show up in my head every once in awhile.
When it snows in Portland, almost everything shuts down. Commuter traffic is a nightmare, schools close, and regularly-scheduled-programming on television gets interrupted by news coverage about the weather. Forecast says we’ll have snow today and Saturday.