Yeah. Well, I don't think I want to be a rock star, per se. All that traveling. But as I read people's tweets and delete the spammy tweeting folks that are following 25,547 people and are trying to measure their worth by how many folks follow them, I think, yeah, we all wanna be big rock stars.
BlogHer is coming up. I have never considered going, because, um, I'm a Z-list blogger, broke, and you know, I'd have to travel. Oh, and this is the busiest time of year for a children's librarian. But it's interesting reading about folks going and getting ready, (two links from Schmutzie) getting business cards made, (first link is "too much information about my doctor's appt," but it's the only way to see Schmutzie's AMAZING business cards. She's amazing)(two links from Angela) raffling off shawls... (the second link shows the picture of Angela's shawl.)
In the past two days, I have seen way too many doctors. You tell me how you'd feel after at least three people asked you two days in a row if you're doing recreational drugs, if you have floating anxiety, if you've seen things other people don't see. (Btw, my answers were: No, no, and no.) Yesterday I had a clinician ask me if I was on disability. WHAT? Surely that wasn't on your script, and NO. I work full time. I may be sleeping more than normal due to the infections (slept two hours this afternoon, couldn't get myself motivated to do much else) but well, it bothered me. Due to all this and you know, the lack of seeing people because I've been SLEEPING, I had a slight meltdown whilst washing my hair. (You know, after telling folks you're doing great, sometimes you stop believing your own press after they ask you all those questions.)
I need some more IRL hugs and people and community. Funny, I found a piece of paper which essentially had that written on it that I'd printed from like two years ago. So that means I've been in stupid holding pattern on not thinking this is the life I want and wanting more community for two years, AT LEAST.
So here are some new things, because the Psalmist didn't write, "Sing to the Lord an old song":
- Getting new frames. The Rx is the same, but the coating is worn off so the glasses are all cloudy.
- Getting a new hair cut (after I get the frames, for best benefit.) Babs has described the cut to me, I have to either find a picture or draw it before I forget. She saw it on someone at Tazza D'Oro.
- Picked out paint chips for what color pink I might paint the back room in September.
- In the mail my dad sent me pink shoelaces (no, he sent my blog new shoelaces, yes the envelope was addressed to Pink Sneakers n'at, c/o Sarah Louise) and I'll use those in the new running shoes I'll be getting soon.
And I'm really missing Sally, who is in the British Virgin Islands all week with her fam. But I fed her cat and will most likely be spending tomorrow night at Chez Sally to save on gas n'at. (Her house is 5 min from my library.) I have a chiro appt tomorrow (THREE DAYS OF DOCTORS IN A ROW) and the chiro office is closer to my house so it only made sense to spend the night here, in Pittsburgh's historic East End. Or something like that.
Well, I think I could probably curl up and sleep SOME MORE (yawn) so I'll bid yins adieu.
If you're the praying type, say one for me. Thanks, luv.