Okay, confession. I have no real motivation to write an entry today, other than getting the 9/11 post off the top of the page. I’ve had enough of disasters, man-made or otherwise, to last at LEAST the next millenium or so. So on we go.
The reason I haven’t really got anything to say is that I’ve had a pretty rotten couple of weeks, and whether that’s due to the full moon (according to my horoscope) or my craziness (according to my various shrinks) doesn’t matter to me a whit, because things have just blown AND sucked, and I’m ready for my luck to change, dammit. And I think someone agrees with me.
YOU TOTALLY HARSHING MY MELLOW, MAMA. LATER I BARF IN YOUR SHOE.
I HAVE figured out a way to cheer myself up, at least a little, and also get back into the groove of doing "A Year in the Mirror," which, although I have, as promised, been posting every day, I’ve been doing it under duress, as proven with ever so attractive pictures such as this.
So! How to get back into my little experiment, and also use my chronic insomnia for good use? Why, take pictures of me balancing things on my head, of course!
It all started with this:
Which rapidly descended into this:
Now we’re onto this:
And finally this.
Who knows what will be the next thing I balance on my head! Why don’t YOU tell me? Or, you know, encourage me to get out more, which is probably a good idea as well.
But I know two things that will NOT be perched upon my head, and I think you can guess what those are.
I don’t have a death wish, you know.