Yesterday was a rather busy day. My friend whom I went to get tested with was negative :) Many thanks and blessings for that. Afterward we went to a celebratory lunch at Cowtippers (I had already eaten lunch at Common Ground however). I am about to my end with sickness. I've really not slept through the night in a week, I constantly itch, and now I think I am getting a cold. I found myself in bed this morning (around 4:30) not necessarily bargining but just asking the gods when this test ended. Somewhere something has to give. I know that sickness comes with this virus but there are PLENTY of HIV positive people that aren't as sick as I am. I have a follow up Physican's Assistant (yee fucking haw) appointment this afternoon at 3:00. We will see what she says un-enlightning today. Today I have a parent/teacher conference at 8:00 AM, then my usual daily ordeal, Common Ground, instead of coming home I am going to meet a friend for lunch, and then I am coming home. I am supposed to be having a movie weekend with a group of friends but not really sure how that is going to work since I have such a busy schedule this weekend. Tomorrow I signed up for an "intimacy, Relationships, and Sex" workshop with Positive Impact (which starts at 9:00), and then Sunday I am going to a "mega-church" to represent Common Ground (of which I am really excited). I guess the only thing that comes to mind now is..."Get busy living or get busy dying."
I almost forgot to tell you about my dream...I couldn't leave without doing that now could I?!? Yesterday I dreamed that I had documentation about a man that was trying to turn England into an Axis of Evil (like I give a shit...). Anyway I walk into Parliment and ask her royal majesty if I could address them (it was her and like a United Nations Council). She agreed. While I was waiting my turn they finished business and then dismissed. As they were leaving the chamber I asked "Your majesty I really need to address this issue with you, it is of upmost importance." They all took their seats again. I began speaking and she was INFURATED that I was implicating this man. She issues a royal order to have me BEHEADED (bitch see if I help your country again). Someone from the council says perhaps we should listen to him. So they listen to me and alas I save the country and am knighted Sir James McLarty.
Hugs,
James
1 comment:
Dear Sir James:
Missy, you need a massage and lavender rose petal bath -- take a little break from "busy Doing" and allow yourself some "idle Being". Sometimes not-doing is mo betta than doing. Resyncronize is the word-du-jour of da day :)
Honey, she ain't the only Queen and dis one's gonna slap U sillier if you run yoself ragged.
Auntie Flo
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