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mlerulesFeeling poopy. Not so much physically, although I am feeling run down/exhausted after really not doing very much today other than walking 'round some at the zoo, certainly nothing near enough to justify this level of tiredness.
I don't appear to have an appropriate icon for this feeling/type of entry. It's not the wacky stressed out UglyDoll-icon I found so appropriate during moving & preparation for same. And it'll pass...it always does...and w/out anywhere the excruciation of a kidney stone. Just recording the blah to see whether it's related to anything else going on (or not going on) in hopes of better understanding and/or recognizing a pattern and ultimately figuring out whether there's anything I can DO 'bout it (IT = either the circs which led to this feeling or the feeling itself). Hence the giant silly Froot Loopy eyeball icon: eye spy sugary b-fast cereal. Yup. It's as if I'm talking just to hear myself talk (only substitute "type" for talk...or something...or other). It's almost as if making a record of my feelings/thoughts makes me/it/them more real/valid/valued/relevant/something.
I sorta feel like wet laundry that's been bashed on a rock in a river...but rather than being spread on a dry flat rock in the sun to dry I've been tossed into a corner, forgotten, to molder.
Somewhat reluctant to press Post, as this is but a momentary snapshot of a far more complex place: my interior. Nothing to worry 'bout. Move along...
I don't appear to have an appropriate icon for this feeling/type of entry. It's not the wacky stressed out UglyDoll-icon I found so appropriate during moving & preparation for same. And it'll pass...it always does...and w/out anywhere the excruciation of a kidney stone. Just recording the blah to see whether it's related to anything else going on (or not going on) in hopes of better understanding and/or recognizing a pattern and ultimately figuring out whether there's anything I can DO 'bout it (IT = either the circs which led to this feeling or the feeling itself). Hence the giant silly Froot Loopy eyeball icon: eye spy sugary b-fast cereal. Yup. It's as if I'm talking just to hear myself talk (only substitute "type" for talk...or something...or other). It's almost as if making a record of my feelings/thoughts makes me/it/them more real/valid/valued/relevant/something.
I sorta feel like wet laundry that's been bashed on a rock in a river...but rather than being spread on a dry flat rock in the sun to dry I've been tossed into a corner, forgotten, to molder.
Somewhat reluctant to press Post, as this is but a momentary snapshot of a far more complex place: my interior. Nothing to worry 'bout. Move along...
