well done, VIA bus driver.
While all of us in the (210) were staying inside, avoiding flood waters and suffering through another Spurs overtime, my sister out in California was out seeing Fleetwood Mac yesterday evening.
I immediately wished I could be in two places at once, seeing one of my favorite bands live. More than the music, I have to gush about my girl crush on Stevie Nicks. She was boho-chic before it was trendy. She’s honest, sexy, and powerful while still keeping her clothes on. Not too many female performers can say that.
"i think they all went too far, their jeans got too low, their tops got too see-through. personally, i think that sexy is keeping yourself mysterious. i’m really an old fashioned girl, and I think I’m totally sexy." - Stevie Nicks
She still sounds great. She’s still working hard. Rumors was the
first second NEW (like unwrapped, re-mastered, $26-hurts-you-to-be-so-ripped-off) album I bought for my turntable cause it’s pretty much perfect. But so is Stevie; girl crush of the day.
"i am pretty fearless and you know why? because I don’t handle fear very well." - Stevie Nicks"
I’ve been trying and failing to get myself back to my usual upbeat, optimistic Mary. My anxiety seemed to be worse, the harder I tried to hide it.
I was just tired of caring. But then I worried about sounding so blue. Would this cause more worry to the people surrounding me?
Bad moods and bad attitudes can be contagious. I don’t want to be the wet blanket, the complainer. So I try to hide myself till I’m “over” the disappointing news about the clot.
But I can’t even fake it. I have barely been able to eat. I know I have no control about how the clot hasn’t changed in size. I never missed an injection. But it is so much tougher to find something to blame, even if it is myself. To know that I am doing everything I can and its still not enough is a whole different kind of frustration.
If you’re bummed about the weather these days, sorry. I’ve been fond of it for for sulking. But I’m going to shake it off now. Rain is just water and worry fixes nothing. Let it rain, and clean this month away.
Okay so the mini heartbreak over the clot is over. I’m taking control of my emotions. It also helps that in the other room, Jodey B is trying to to fix a printer issue we have and the printer is now turned against him.
My dad just yelled “hogwash!”
One of us has to laugh at this.
He just told me he was able to “clear the printer’s brain”
clot is also not bigger. life feels unsure, more and more so so each day