How come I can never tell if I'm being a hypochondriac or if I'm being realistic?
Specifically: Do I have a concussion right now?
I am typing pretty fast. Modern science would probably assert that I do not have a concussion. Hah. Modern Science. That's a good baby name.
Oh my GOD, I just cannot seem to get through this work day. Everything turns into a fit of laughter. Late to work? Hilarious. Coffee all down my shirt? Priceless. Forgetting to do the one urgent thing my boss asked me to do? Comical. Forgetting the important part of my lunch, like the protein and fiber, in my fridge at home? Hysterical. Coworker hitting me in the head with the fridge door so hard I fall down? Uproarious.
You guys ever listen to the song by Fergie called "Labels or Love"? I swear I keep hearing her say "Buzz Lightyear," but that just cannot be correct. Can it?
Was I having difficulty breathing before getting hit in the head? Probably. That's the thing: all the symptoms for concussions I could find were things like: difficulty concentrating, confusion, fatigue, and depression. I feel those things on a daily basis though, so it's anyone's guess.
These mosquito bites on my wrist are turning into leprosy.
I have a goose egg on my head right now. I just felt it. And shuddered.
Who wants to date me?
I need a through-line for this entry. I'm totally kidding. When do my entries ever follow a straight direction of thinking?
Oh God. Am I dizzy? I just sneezed and felt weird.
I hope someone reliable is reading this.
Santa?
You know where I live.
I need to feel 100% in two hours when it's time to head to the gym.
Then after I want to feel like 100 bucks.
No. 1,000 bucks.
No. 600 Indian Rupees.
Does workwomen's comp include coworker brutality?
I think this concussion is improving my vocabulary.
!SEGUESEGUESEGUESEGUESEGUE!
I met a girl my age yesterday who is basically living the life I want to lead.
Okay, maybe not completely.
But about 1/2 of her life is the kind of life I would like to have right now.
I decided to take some time (not now) to examine this idea. It reminds me of something Hunter Bell once said: "What would you do if you could do anything and knew you couldn't fail?" Obviously he was not the originator of that statement, but I really liked that he said it, so I'm hanging onto it. This question means a lot to me, and the funny/sad thing is I know exactly how I would answer it. However, this 'goal' of sorts literally feels impossible to me due to choices I've made in the past and how old I am. I know that sounds ridiculous and I understand it's never too late, but the task just seems daunting. Maybe I don't want it bad enough? Anyway, like I said, I'd like to delve into this topic deeper . . . just not now and not in a public blog. Who knows, maybe I'll squirt out an epiphany baby. Here's to hoping!
I gotta run y'all. Have a lovely weekend and try not to get hit in the head!
UNT
p.s. You're welcome for that segue. I could have just skipped that, you know. I'm so polite.
