|A spider is only as dangerous as you allow it to be|
Oh, let's not forget the bit about eating energy and vomiting blood. Relax, it's not consumption, nor has it have anything to do with Mimi or Violetta, poor ducks what were left to waste away because the sulpha drugs hadn't yet been discovered. Still, those girls could sing when under duress....Eh Tardi! But still nothing compared to Gilda who was still able to sing about the purity of her mother waiting in heaven AFTER she's been 1) stabbed repeatedly, 2) stuffed into a sack, and 3) thrown in the river. Oh yes, she also forgives her father, the assassin who stabbed her and whats his face who ravished her in the first place.
|The past is meant to be left behind, not obsessed over|
Then spiders. I have images of spiders - something to do with spiders crawling around in the warm corners of the shoebox, Shelob in LOTR, Spiderman the musical closing, and the sneaky way some spiders crawl around before stinging their nasty toxins into you. Sometimes I just despise spiders. That and inflammed muscles what impinge on nerves in the lower back.
So yes, I'm irritated. You would be too if you couldn't turn your body without warning twinges that threaten to fell you. Alright. I must salvage this state of mind before I enter the death spiral. Forthwith, I shall give myself 5 items to be irritated about, then I shall use the one thermonuclear option to make this bad mood and pain dissipate like so much vapour, but first the list of five.
1) People who can't help but sour milk with one glance
2) People with doubts who can't keep it to themselves
3) People who don't know what they're doing but do it anyway
4) People who don't respect obvious limits
5) People who are oblivious to their surroundings
Antidotes: The trends in the e-stock market, patience, and remembering that never enough is simply a state of mind. The trouble is remembering when it counts.
Now for the thermonuclear option: Dr. Rockit's version of Cafe de Flore on repeat. The past is the past, and the present is the present, and yes they are connected but seldom as strongly as in CdF.
|An economy version of the Kinetic Stir Desk|
Well, Murv's body might know best, but mine doesn't.
|Gaps appear everywhere, fortunately duct tape|
covers many of them up.
|Must. Find. Equilibrium. Again.|