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I fucked up my 750 words today after almost a one year streak. I was writing this morning and was interrupted by the kids piling into the room while I was typing. I felt awkward and stopped, thinking I would return later, but a confluence of events prevented me from finishing. I ended up writing an appeal to the administrator of the site to beg to let me finish so I wouldn't lose my almost one year writing streak. I've whipped myself to a fine frenzy and it's already 2 o'clock in the morning. I have to go to sleep!
The thing I like most about this site is that it's forgiving if you don't write or don't finish a day's entry. It lets you go back and finish. For instance, today is the 2nd and I just wrote the entry for the 1st because I had a cray cray day yesterday. I'm awake in the middle of the night and making my self even crazier, so I'm just going to finish these words and get to sleep. Tomorrow is another day! It's not the end of the world. Just the end of a year and the beginning of 5774.
It's so easy to get behind on writing 100 words a day because you can always come back and fill in the blanks. Is that what life is all about = filling in the blanks? I'm feeling kind of blank. Trying to remember what I did on Tuesday. Oh yeah, it was the day after a long weekend which included my birthday. It was a total snoozefest and for that I am very thanksful. I needed a day of rest after four days of being on. It's tiring to always be on like that. I like moderation. That's the ticket, yeah.
I had a really bad night on Wednesday because something I ate made me feel like the Goodyear blimip, plus I had a bruised or broken rib. It may have been a hairline fracture. I don't know what it was but I was in pure pain and it seemed that no amount of pills would let me sleep, so I slept away most of the day. And then did it again today. Raoul has been imploring me to go seek medical advice but I know how I feel and I know that I will heal. I hope it mends right!
Happy Rosh Hashanah and what a way to start the year. I realized that I went a whole day without eating and I didn't even mind. That's how bad I was feeling. But I guess in the long run that was a good thing because now I don't feel like eating as much and I feel like I'm going to stick to my diet this time. I'm just going to eat less and move. I've known for a long time that the key to weight loss is movement. I just need to get off my big fat ass and move!
I just wrote the whole week in one sitting. It was a pretty good week. I'm supposed to go to Sharon's house for Shabbat dinner tonight. That's going to be a trip and a half. Those people are going to use me as fodder. I even feel like there may come a job from the experience. I'm at the point where I'll accept a job from a 30-something if the pay is worthwhile. I don't mind helping others make money. I did it for a convent for 11 years. I can't do it for anyone. Baruch Hashem. Shana Tova.
The relentless march of time continues to march. Today was a good day and I'm glad of it. There was a lot of talk of rain but I didn't experience any of it. Ricki wanted to go for a walk after eating at Sweet Tomatoes but I just wanted to get back to Melinda's house because Raoul wanted to be picked up and I got there in the nick of time. We ate pizza and Melinda had leftover Chinese. I ate the pizza even though I'm trying so hard to go gluten free. I don't have celiac disease. Thank Gd.
Writing a day's entry before the day is something I do on rare occasions. This is one of them. It's 0100 and I'm up after having written 750 words and yesterday's 100 words. I've been neglecting one word dot com most of the week. What is my passion? That's the question that's been on my mind this week. I don't know. I only have passion for food. That means that I should be operating some sort of food business. If I'm passionate about food, then why aren't I doing something about it? Lazy, I guess. I gotta work on that.
Busy Monday. I went to two "meetings" today and was questioned brutally about that. Why do you have to go to so many meetings. What are you trying to do? Did you get a job yet? It's not easy, this job hunting thing. You know that trying to find a job is a job in itself? I spend hours on the computer, but I know that's not going to do anything. "They" say that the only way to get a job is to get out there and show your face. That's what I was trying to do. I won't quit.
It's 0630 so the day hasn't happened yet, but I'm tapping out today's words. I've already finished over at 750 words dot com and as soon as I'm done here, I go check out one word dot com. I don't know what's on the agenda for today except that I think I said I would stop by the CDC to see if there's any possibility of ever getting a real job. I got like three notices in the mail yesterday from the state of Florida letting me know that one year has passed and no more unemployment checks will come.
I went to the MBCDC today, mainly to get a parking permit, which I got! I was so excited. That excitement was short lived as Denis wanted me to help him process the HUD grant application. I was shocked that HUD estimated it would take 40 hours to complete the application! Even though the actual application was only about five pages long, the accompanying instructions were more than 125 pages. What the hell is that all about? The government likes to drown people in paper. And it seems like it's pretty easy to get money from Uncle Sugar. A trip.
Yesterday was the anniversary of the September 11 attack on the World Trade Center. There was the usual amount of commemoration. It's hard to believe that a dozen years have passed since that horrendous attack. It was pretty much of a usual day for me though. Today, I'm thinking of driving to the suburbs to have the car serviced. It's early enough right now that it's an actual possibility. I just don't want to do it, but I've already been imaging myself sitting in Starbucks drinking coffee while the car is being worked on and I think it will happen.
Happy Friday the 13th. Nothing unlucky happened to me today. That's lucky. I had a pretty good day of doing pretty much nothing. Isora and I went to Publix. That was the highlight of the day. Later, we had company for early Chinese dinner for Yom Kippur. Now, I'll do my best not to eat for the rest of the day. I'm going to do a little watching and listening to online services and take a very large nap and then tonight we will break the fast with Mr. Raoul's famous chili even though I wanted to make lasagna. Shalom.
It's 0730 and I've already been awake for an hour. Raoul was in bed with me last night and then came into the bedroom early this morning, followed by the felines. He's now downstairs making coffee and feeding the cats, birds and his sister. Today is going to be a quiet day for everyone. He doesn't have any appointments because it's a Jewish holiday. I'm just going to stay in bed most of the day so I don't eat anything. I'm going to drink a cup of coffee with my BP pill but that should be it for the day.
Beware the Ides of September. I don't know what the middle of September signifies except that I'm in some sort of post-summer, early autumn funk. I didn't go to the art walk last night and it was because there were guests here. And then later, His Royal Smallness was in the bed so I missed out on SNL. Shit goddamn. And then woke up at exactly 0100. Ain't life a bitch sometimes. Oh well, that's the way the cookie crumbles. I'm having coffee in the morning at Panther for the first time on Purdy Avenue. I'm looking forward. Yes.
Today's highlight is the class at the end of the day. I think that I need to create a new routine and I'm thinking this could be it. Get up early every morning and go for a quick walk. Come back home and shower and dress, etc. Go out and do something and then come back home for dinner before class. Go to class and afterward walk on Lincoln Road. That's very ambitious, but that's only a Monday routine. I suppose the other days' routines could be very similar except for the Monday night class. I need a new routine.
Seventeen is supposed to be Mr. R's lucky number. I think that, after all these years, I'm now thinking that it's also my lucky number. Today is much like any other day. It's a Tuesday and it's around the middle of the month. We're actually on the downside of September already with the relentless march of time. The days come. The days go. We come and we go. I'm drinking coffee and taking my time. I feel lucky today. I have no plans and I like it that way. I feel a trip to Starbucks is in order for today.
Tonight is the first night to eat dinner in the Sukkah. Now I'm wondering if I should invite myself to Danee's for dinner. I know that Marc and the girls are in Israel, but I have no idea why. The one and only time I ever ate in a Sukkah was when Scott and I went over there a couple of years ago for hamburgers and hot dogs. The entire inside of the hut was decorated by the kids. It was very sweet. Meanwhile, it's hump day and it means absolutely nothing to me. It's just another day. That's okay.
I feel good today. I got up and showered and dressed even though I really have nowhere to go! I just decided that today would be a day that I would go through the motions. I have a meeting later in the afternoon but that doesn't figure in for the first few hours of the day. I was thinking of going to Costco but Raoul told me he put $20 worth of gas in the car yesterday so I can wait until Saturday. I had put $6 in two days ago thinking I was going today, but now I'm not.
Today the new iPhone goes on sale. I just saw an aerial shot of the store down the street where folks are lined up around the block. I would say they're such assholes but when the second version came out, I stood in line for two hours. Why? I know not. I've changed my phone once since then and Raoul is using that one I stood in line to get. I'm thinking that I'm going to wait for the next generation before I get a new phone. It's not like I'm loaded or anything. There are other bills to pay.
I'm writing today's words at 0030 because I'm awake and I decided to just get it over with already! I went out tonight with ALisa and I had a time. It was over at the McCormick Place. Amazing how downtown has changed. This city is growing by leaps and bounds. I remember when that place was just a derelict building on the outskirts of town. Now it's in the heart of the action with skyscrapers all around. I like this city but I'm getting old and I'm ready to move on. Yeah, that's right. Time to move on already, dude.
So, today is the first day of autumn. I would have expected it to have been yesterday but it seems that as I get older, the less I know. And the less I care! It's 0515 and I'm writing at an ungdly hour. I woke up about 0430 with a large pain in my side that was actually causing me distress enough to get up and adjust the temperature on the central air conditioner and to go pee. The air conditioner drain tube is gurgling like a MFer and I'm mental over it. Need to clear that shite today. Urgent!
I should write more better because I noticed that today one of my old entries was on the front page as a featured entry. Talk about mundane. This place has become my default diary. I write about what happened the day before or hopes for the day when I write in advance. It's fun to write here because 100 words is easy. The other site where I write, 750 words dot com, is not so easy, because it's hard to hurl out that many words and just move on. It takes a little bit of introspection. Writing good. Reading better.
I had a moment yesterday after a one hour phone conversation with an acquaintance I hadn't talked to in over a year, I actually sent an email to the nun asking for that help she offered me a year ago with head hunting. I was shocked when I got a reply in less than five minutes and she said that she would forward my resume. What have I done? I wonder if anything good will come of this. One thing I know for sure is that I'm going to have to update my wardrobe. Time to look through the closet.
The relentless march of time continues. Soon it will be New Year's Day! It's hard to believe that September will be finished in less than a week and then it's truly the downhill slide to the end of the year. For some reason, October, November and December fly by quicker than the rest of the year. I think it's because we try to fill the days with so much activity, mainly because it's the most beautiful time of the year. There's just so much to do! I'm going over to a friend's house this morning to talk about ebay listings.
Happy birthday to my high school girlfriend Michele. She's a travel agent in Atlanta. I wonder why I remember her birthday so clearly. It's a strange thing to have on my mind.
I went to the Habitat for Humanity office to do some volunteer work. I was trying it out to see if it would be a good place to work. They're really casual. I even met the CEO. I don't see a job coming out of it, but it was only three hours so it may be a little early to determine. I'm going to look at other places.
I'm so funny in my OCD. My new obsession is writing. Well, it's not so new. I've been writing for a long time. I was going to have a career in writing. I have a degree in Communications from Florida International University. I need to get a Master's Degree in anything, because these days, having a B.A. is tantamount to a high school degree. It used to be that getting a high school degree meant you had a little knowledge. Now, it's like an undergraduate degree means you may know something about something. Nothing from nothing means nothing. Funny.
I get stuck in a way of thinking, or a line of thought, and I get stuck. I need to get out of this rut. I'm only in a rut because I said I was in a rut. I decided to be in a rut. I was so far down into that rut that I had to squint to see the top. Today's word over at oneword.com was "squint." That's a funny word. I'm glad they used it. I like words that have an unusual meaning and that also sound unusual. That's one of them. This is a squint.
One more day left of this month and then the slide toward New Year begins in earnest. The months of October, November and December just slip and slide until it's 2014. And this year, Chanukah and Thanksgiving fall on the same day. Go figure. They say that hasn't happened since 1888. I have a feeling that this week I'll be going to Shabbat dinner. All the girls except Danee are in Israel. Her brother hasn't gone for a decade. They'll all be home on Sunday. I have to go some de-cluttering around the house today. It's a good day.
OMG, it's the last day of September. Tomorrow is October, which in so many ways is very symbolic of year's end. It's that treacherous downhill slide to 2014 that's about to begin. Raoul is going to New York for a long weekend. I'm going to be in heavenly bliss being all alone in the house because his sister will also go away to Hialeah and I'm going to insist that she bring her little dog along for the ride. That way, it will only be me and the cats and the birds for four glorious days. I can hardly wait.
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