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Stream of Consciousness

At the end of this work week, here are some of my thoughts and feelings:
  • I miss the interweb. I wish I weren't away from the internet for 12 waking hours each day.
  •  I feel tired. I think that 8 hours of sleep is not enough.
  •  I came up with more blog topics to write about: Player One. Prayer. Brand Loyalty. A depressing epitaph.
  • What is next?
  • I want to live my whole life believing that my best days are still ahead of me. 
  • Did I mention that I'm tired? 
  • I am impressed by my ability to remain calm in the presence of a perpetually whining child. Two grouchy children, is, however, unbearable. I dislike the way my patience disappears. 
  • Can it be springtime now?
  • My room is a disaster. When will I have time to clean it? Next weekend? Yes, next weekend.
  • I used to say I would never drink alone. I need to figure out the new modification for that rule. It was a good rule. It is a good rule. But this is the second time this month I've had a glass of wine by myself. Ok, technically Nadine also had a glass tonight. But I went into my room and closed my door and read my book and drank my wine... so, that is pretty much alone. 
  • Vancouver. India. Spain. UK. Africa. How many places can I travel to? How soon can I go? How little money can I live off of?
  • Bed. Gotta be up in 9 hours.


Mindy said…
I drink alone. Sometimes a beer or a gin martini and not because I am sad and depressed but more because I like it. People laugh at me... but that's ok. I think as long as you place a reasonable limit of some sort drinking alone shouldn't be a negative thing.
afro-chick said…
i had a dream about you last night.
i SO want to travel with you.
i miss you.

the word verification word is bleed.
Beth said…
mindy - yeah, that's where i'm my mind, drinking alone has long been associated with depression/danger. which is not necessarily true. but I DO believe in safeguards/parameters that will prevent me from making unwise choices.

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