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clevermanka) wrote2008-02-29 12:08 pm
clevermanka) wrote2008-02-29 12:08 pm
Heavy
A killer headache woke me at 2:30-ish this morning. It's a nasty headache that wakes me from a sound sleep. I'm a pretty deep sleeper. I stumbled to the bathroom, took some ibuprofen, and (thankfully) fell back asleep. I still have headache remnants lingering in the back of my skull, but they're not debilitating. Was it last night's wine? I hope not.
I feel unbalanced and fragile. My heart feels heavy in my body--a fascinating phenomenon, really. One's heart as a physical organ has absolutely nothing to do with emotions and feelings, but it seems to carry the burden. How very odd.
It appears that last year's Float With Whores in the KC St. Patrick's Day parade was a one-off. Of course they wouldn't mind if we participated this year, but the theme for KCRF 2008 is All Fairies All The Time and I don't feel like flitting down the parade route. It's a sad thing that my beautiful made-for-last-year's St. Pat's bodice and skirt will never get worn. Perhaps someday![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nottygypsy will be able to buy them--although I think I might be too long-waisted for the bodice to work for her.
Tonight I should go hippy-dippy dancing. I don't feel like it, but forcing my body to move is a good thing. Probably. I'd much rather go out and get drunk, but public inebriation when I'm in this frame of mind is not the best idea.
I feel unbalanced and fragile. My heart feels heavy in my body--a fascinating phenomenon, really. One's heart as a physical organ has absolutely nothing to do with emotions and feelings, but it seems to carry the burden. How very odd.
It appears that last year's Float With Whores in the KC St. Patrick's Day parade was a one-off. Of course they wouldn't mind if we participated this year, but the theme for KCRF 2008 is All Fairies All The Time and I don't feel like flitting down the parade route. It's a sad thing that my beautiful made-for-last-year's St. Pat's bodice and skirt will never get worn. Perhaps someday
nottygypsy will be able to buy them--although I think I might be too long-waisted for the bodice to work for her. Tonight I should go hippy-dippy dancing. I don't feel like it, but forcing my body to move is a good thing. Probably. I'd much rather go out and get drunk, but public inebriation when I'm in this frame of mind is not the best idea.