|Time to steel myself to face the tiger...|
What to do? What to do? What to do?
I'm also very tempted to tell Satan to get behind me, but the terrorizer of actors, CT, says that I should get Satan drunk instead. It's all very pressuring - hmmm, funny how pressuring like a tiger hiding behind the shadowy stripes of long grass waiting to pounce out at you sharp claws and fang, looks like 'reassuring'. I don't like where this is going. I don't like it at all.
Zombies. I want to watch zombies do their thing, but I don't actually want zombies in my vicinity. I run into enough pseudo-zombies as it is on my bike rides and generally purposeful walking already.
|Forget the Agreements and Precepts...|
Today, I could remind myself of the Four Agreements, or I could whine over Bridget's Three Precepts of Life. Then again, I could also remind myself that the gods grant you your wishes when they want to punish you. Why does life have to be so convoluted? Why? Why? WHY?
No, I shan't think of the Four Agreements because they're very difficult to live up to, and I don't have the energy, nor the motivation to live up to anything today. I don't want to whine over Bridget's Three Precepts of Life either, because it's just to depressing to see that I'm in the bottom 66 percentile. As for wishes being granted, it's just fair when the wish comes with a punishment. How is that fair? How? How? HOW?!
Or should that be HOWL!
Or in the case of Julian Barnes, "DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
Or in the case of thingy what's his face, 'SPLODE!
Or in Bridget's case, "wheresss stheee czzzharrdonay?"
Or as Susan might say, "Appa-rent-ly!"
That is all.