Moody Post

Hey folks.

So, I did not sleep well last night. I think it has something to do with waking up every hour sweating from the heat despite the lack of clothing and/or blankets in use. I don't know about you, but I'm not one of the types who can sleep well if it is too warm. I think in this case it is because of the ambient temperature being kind of high inside my bedroom, partially because recently I've noticed I've been running a little hot. My internal temperature seems to be constantly higher than it should be, and when I touch my skin it feels like I am running a fever even though I do not feel sick or anything like sick. just overheating. Any ideas or tips - this has been going on for awhile now, and frankly I'm sick of it.

Today was an alright day, nothing too terrible, but nothing too great either. I spent all day at work of course, and during the weekdays I always feel like I've wasted my day at work. I know this means that I am not doing what I am supposed to be doing or I'm not doing what I was designed to be doing or something along those lines. Even though I work diligently and efficiently and am incomprehensibly good at what I do. I'm just not fulfilled by it. The problem here is I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing. I know what I would like to be doing, but I don't know how to turn my passions into economic gain.

Additionally, I still want to go back to school, but with each day passing that dream seems farther away.

Moving along, because it doesn't help anybody to be a whiny little bitch.

Yesterday Devin reminded me of a time long ago, seems like another lifetime, in which there was a massive snow storm leaving nearly the entirety of the city without power. Because my place of residence was on the same power grid as the hospital I had my power fixed before the storm was even through. Because no one else I had power, and I did: I had a whole group of friends over so they could have a hot shower, warm meal, and get in touch with the outside world. It was a fond memory, but then I started thinking about who here, if without power, would even tell me they were without power for me to offer them the same. Then I thought if I were without power there really wouldn't be anyone to open their shower for me save for one, but she's my roommate so if I were without power so would she be. Of course, San Antonio rarely loses power, and never for days on end so it's unlikely this theory would ever have to be placed into practice.

So today wasn't bad, but did a lot of thinking along the down side of things. Trying to be a bit more up-tempo.

An old friend of mine, Gabriel makes homemade root beer, and a couple weeks ago I bought a case off him to help him pay for his big move across the country, and I gotta say it's pretty damn good stuff. In fact I think I will have one tonight, with a bit of sour mash for a nightcap.

Sarsaparilla!
-Maddie

Currently hearing: Brendan Bowyer's "Boulavogue"
Currently reading: Robert A Heinlein's "The Moon is a Harsh Mistress

P.S.
"The polar bears will protect me from Jesus"