My poor nails have taken a beating the past few days. First it was damage caused from the grinder I use to shorten my dogs' nails. Then it was the way-longer-than-it-should-have-been process of changing the toilet valve for my mother. My thumbs took the most painage in the most acute "gamer thumb" I have ever experienced. It took two hours split by several hours of rest (I thought I got the job done right the first time only to find out water was slowly dripping from the water supply line) but I was eventually successful. The skin around some of my fingers is still an uncomely black from the deteriorated cone washer that I first tried to work with and then ended up trashing.
Then I have mom who is concerned by how tired I am. It is true that I am sleeping in fairly later than I normally do, that I get sleepy around midafternoon, and that I am not much interested in going out a doing anything. I think it may be a combo of stress and the depressive nature that is the me of now - the one of impending unemployment with no other job prospects.
It could also be allergies, the changing of the seasons, natural energy ebb and flows, the change in my diet. I proclaimed "I wont eat meat" but when I heard mom refer to me as a vegetarian I felt the urge to correct her. I don't particularly know why as one who does not eat meat would be defined as such, but I suppose I feel like I am still in transition. Besides I still have a few pounds of ground beef and frozen chicken breasts in the freezer that I will need to eat before I can be full-time with this.
Then I have mom who is concerned by how tired I am. It is true that I am sleeping in fairly later than I normally do, that I get sleepy around midafternoon, and that I am not much interested in going out a doing anything. I think it may be a combo of stress and the depressive nature that is the me of now - the one of impending unemployment with no other job prospects.
It could also be allergies, the changing of the seasons, natural energy ebb and flows, the change in my diet. I proclaimed "I wont eat meat" but when I heard mom refer to me as a vegetarian I felt the urge to correct her. I don't particularly know why as one who does not eat meat would be defined as such, but I suppose I feel like I am still in transition. Besides I still have a few pounds of ground beef and frozen chicken breasts in the freezer that I will need to eat before I can be full-time with this.
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