the state of me, and weekend report
Oct. 16th, 2005 07:56 pmGradually, oh so slowly, approaching feeling well. At this stage I just have lingering symptoms that might be allergy rather than head cold, and I am barely more tired than usual.
Along with almost normal energy level, I had a normal-to-high amount of sociability this weekend, including going with Jen to see Shakespeare (as noted previously, a really excellent production of The Tempest), going with Johanna & Mike to see Beach Blanket Babylon (extremely silly and a great workout for the smile muscles), and a couple of hours today hanging out with James & Eva (highlights included Eva finding a really fabulous leather jacket that was clearly meant for her, down to the designer having named the style "Eva"; lowlights included brushing a very large cockroachish insect off of Eva, after which we both had a bad case of the creepy-crawlies, in her case because a very large insect had been crawling on her, and in my case because I actually touched it with my hand, eewwww!).
Also finally talked on the phone with Karen, confirming that indeed it has been tax deadline stuff swamping them, not any of the assorted & miscellaneous bad things that my worrying brain tends to come up with.
After all that, it is actually rather nice to be having a quiet evening at home. Can't say I'm feeling fired with enthusiasm about going to work tomorrow, but I will need to dredge some up, or perhaps make due with adrenaline, cause it's going to be a busy busy week.
Still been feeling rather fragile, a bit weepy, although in a disconnected kind of way -- I mean, I'm not actually feeling terribly unhappy, and I don't start crying because I'm thinking about my life -- I'm just crying at songs on the radio, or while reading a sad chapter in a book that I've read several times before (e.g.). Wondering if there is a pattern or trend lurking under the surface. Is it hormonal? (hello, moon!) Am I experiencing less or more of this stuff since starting therapy? Is there some specific stressor that pushes my weepy button, or is it totally random? Not sure, not sure at all.
Last and least, I have been feeling the need to come up with some plan for Halloween. My best idea thus far: inspired by the character in Beach Blanket Babylon who sashays out in a blue dress and a blue wig and starts singing "Am I Blue", perhaps I will buy a blue wig and dress in blue and when people ask what I'm supposed to be, just say "oh I'm not in costume, I just felt a little blue". (You may now groan. Heh.)
Along with almost normal energy level, I had a normal-to-high amount of sociability this weekend, including going with Jen to see Shakespeare (as noted previously, a really excellent production of The Tempest), going with Johanna & Mike to see Beach Blanket Babylon (extremely silly and a great workout for the smile muscles), and a couple of hours today hanging out with James & Eva (highlights included Eva finding a really fabulous leather jacket that was clearly meant for her, down to the designer having named the style "Eva"; lowlights included brushing a very large cockroachish insect off of Eva, after which we both had a bad case of the creepy-crawlies, in her case because a very large insect had been crawling on her, and in my case because I actually touched it with my hand, eewwww!).
Also finally talked on the phone with Karen, confirming that indeed it has been tax deadline stuff swamping them, not any of the assorted & miscellaneous bad things that my worrying brain tends to come up with.
After all that, it is actually rather nice to be having a quiet evening at home. Can't say I'm feeling fired with enthusiasm about going to work tomorrow, but I will need to dredge some up, or perhaps make due with adrenaline, cause it's going to be a busy busy week.
Still been feeling rather fragile, a bit weepy, although in a disconnected kind of way -- I mean, I'm not actually feeling terribly unhappy, and I don't start crying because I'm thinking about my life -- I'm just crying at songs on the radio, or while reading a sad chapter in a book that I've read several times before (e.g.). Wondering if there is a pattern or trend lurking under the surface. Is it hormonal? (hello, moon!) Am I experiencing less or more of this stuff since starting therapy? Is there some specific stressor that pushes my weepy button, or is it totally random? Not sure, not sure at all.
Last and least, I have been feeling the need to come up with some plan for Halloween. My best idea thus far: inspired by the character in Beach Blanket Babylon who sashays out in a blue dress and a blue wig and starts singing "Am I Blue", perhaps I will buy a blue wig and dress in blue and when people ask what I'm supposed to be, just say "oh I'm not in costume, I just felt a little blue". (You may now groan. Heh.)