My Teeth Hurt

Seriously, I want to clone myself,  make myself microscopic, go inside my body and go Chuck Norris on this virus that is messing my shit up.

Lord have mercy.

I had grand plans to go shopping today.  Included on the list were tissues with lotion and some kind of cold remedy.  It's raining and I am going nowhere.  I am made of sugar after all.  I will melt!

And for real, my teeth do hurt.  Ah! My Sinus.

We used to watch The Jungle Book all the time in college.  each of us related best or was represented well by each of the characters.  It was interesting.  One was really silly and laid back, like Baloo. One super graceful, like Bageera, the panther.

I was the clumsy stealth machine known as Kaa, the snake.  It was almost painful to watch.  He's all slick and trying to be seductive or sneaky and inevitably something goes wrong and his plan is thwarted.  Usually, he falls or smacks his head and is all "my sinus"  which I full on relate to.  I used to have issues, being a smoker and all.

I still have issues apparently.    Ugh.  I am such a cry baby sometimes.  but I'll get over it.  You know why?  Because really I am:

That's right.

I do not usually pose questions, but I am such a fan of nostalgia.  What were some favorite cartoon characters?  I was a huge fan of Loony Tunes.  I am sure that is where I get some of my sense of humor and love of Wagner.  I mean, what a brilliant way to introduce classical music and intelligent adult humor to children.  Elmer Fudd singing "kill the rabbit" to the tune of Flight of the Valkaries...come on.

Chicken Soup For the Stroll

I am not gonna lie people.  I am in a funk.  I have been out of work for quite some time now.  It's brutal right now, as many of you may know.  I am educated, diligent and diversely eperienced. The rejection is killing me softy.
 I've worked hard to establish my career path, but thanks to the greed of a few bad men, I got screwed up the butt with a 2 liter of Pepsi; along with many others.  I have several friends in the same position that do not work in my industry.  One just found a terrific job (after 18 months) , with tremendous pay and benefits.  I have to think that my turn is coming.

Truth also be told, I am unbelievably heartbroken.  I'll leave that story for another day.

It's difficult to keep your head up.  I am generally cantankerous - but it is for the sake of humor.  Maybe I watched too much All in the Family as a kid.  That and Welcome Back Kotter.  So crank and sarcasm reign supreme in my world.

I have always been a bastion of positivity and strength.  When things go wrong, people come to me.  When they need advice, tough love, compassion, empathy, comfort, or laughter; I am there.  It's easy for me to make things better for others; yet it is somehow difficult for me to do those things for myself. 

 When the person that fixes everything breaks, no one knows what to do.  My friends are at a loss.  I have had some kindness from strangers and, though that is a small comfort; it is not the same.

You can't hurt steel.  At least that's what I have always thought.  I was wrong.
And when a tower falls, people do not know how to start fixing it.

I promise I am not always so depressing.  This is a dark time for me.  I suppose all artists have these periods.  Perhaps I will create some masterpieces.

I am going to go downtown tonight to take pictures.  I found some great shots last night, but did not have my camera.  Hopefully I will see them again...well I won't because it will not be the same; but I hope to get something interesting.

I just had some homemade chicken soup.  It didn't really do much for me; but I did realize that I should not eat soup in public because I slurp like a beast.  Note to self: never order the soup when on a date.