Sunday, Nov. 13, 2005
Short People Got No Reason To Post Inordinantly Long Posts When Incoherent
I'll try to be a bit more coherent in this post than the last, though no promises tonight. And yes, it IS night - the middle of the night, in fact, because I can't sleep. I deleted my last, much-rambling post. It got no comments, anyway, and had precious little worthwhile to say.
Not that I expect this one will be any better, mind you, but it's the principle of things.
Whatever unhealthy bug has been dogging me for the past couple of weeks, it's decided to wreak its vengeance on me this weekend. My body has declared a sort of pacifistic stance, in the form of a lie-in. I cooked a couple of simple, quick, and anti-Atkins meals (to wit, mashed potatoes and roast beef for a late lunch and chicken noodle soup for dinner.) And I watched HGTV until entirely too late.
My world is upended at the moment and my mental processes are not at their best. When I am running a fever (and I am,) the most irrational, disjointed comments sound like sage observances. I don't think that rule applies to my comments on other folks' diaries, but given the shaky condition of my judgment at the moment, I won't stake anything valuable on it, one way or the other. So if I posted 100 percent gibberish on two or three lines on your comment page, and you're wondering, "What the heck is SHE on???" that should explain it.
In the entry I deleted, I commented with a perfectly disjointed and tangential relating of what's gone on with Mr. Complicated. Our exchanges have grown progressively more lengthy and involved as time goes on - but finally last night on the phone I more or less called a halt to the job-interview tones we'd assumed from the beginning. We both got a laugh out of my calling it that, but that's exactly the way it had been. I pointed out that while he really hadn't had an opportunity to see it, I have a pretty warped sense of humor and better I warn him of the same. He said he wasn't normally given to joke-fests or storytelling, but definitely had a sense of humor. We went back and forth for quite a while, covering several subjects. Where before our exchanges had been downright chilly at times, albeit polite, the chill was gone and a bit more of a comfort zone established during the course of last night's conversation.
I won't go into much detail beyond that, not here, and certainly not tonight, when the lines of propriety are blurred almost as effectively as if I'd had a few glasses of wine and my grammatical errors are nearly as frequent as Bill Clinton's extramarital affairs.
Truth be told, there's not much worthwhile I have to say tonight, anyway. Oh, all right, there's not much worthwhile from me most nights, but at least I'm normally more verbose in my ramblings. Tonight I'll just keep it short and leave it at that. Going to go back and try to sleep again, as my eyelashes are seem formed of pure lead and my eyelids simply aren't strong enough to support them in an open position.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )