I have a full blown case of the blahs today. Many scientists have tried, and failed, to come up with the exact term for this condition. For me it usually stems from not being able to do what I want, and though similar to a tantrum, this differs because it is more about disappointment. I can't come up with what my niche should be, one I've been trying to figure it out since childhood. Oh well, life goes on.
I'm tempted to shave my head today, but am too scared I would look like Buddha, not that he was a bad looking guy, just not sure if that is the look I want. Our Silver anniversary is coming up and we are renewing our vows. Both Mothers are worried I'm not going to get my hair cut, or shave off my goatee, so I'm sure a shaved head would be just right!
The more time that slips by, the less I drive. I mentioned the truck was in the shop, but what I didn't say was that it hadn't run in 2 weeks. I don't drive long distances, that being over 5 miles or so. I also don't have anywhere to go farther than that, except for family, so it works out well. I think it's time to make my solar powered, whip antenna equipped Trike.
My legs feel like I sprayed gas on them and lit a match. I wish that was enough to take my mind off the fact my feet hurt so bad. I remember my grandfather, one hand rubbing his belly, saying how bad the pain was in with his feet. Sorry I didn't appreciate how bad that was then. I also don't know the significance of rubbing his belly, but he often did.
Well, it's either time to clean, time to cook, or time to come up wit a new scheme. The house is already clean, and I just vacuumed, the living room, dinner is going to be easy, and I am fresh out of new ideas. I guess that means it must be nap time, or time to watch the Orioles whip up on the Yankees again, yeah!