A veritable picture of the of-the-moment Baroness:
That's me in the corner.That's me in the dark light - losing my religion.
I now enter the dark, 2 week phase between having my routine blood work done and getting the results.
Masochist that I am, I am currently reading a very disturbing book (The Almost Moon by Alice Sebold) , and watching very sad things (my DVR'd Stand Up to Cancer), where tears freely flow.
I know full well what happens in these coming two weeks. I should be stocking up on David Sedaris, Archie Double Digests, and Austin Powers movies.
But I resist.
Why?
Maybe I think that if I get into a really dark corner, any wee speck of light at all will be blindingly beautiful.
Maybe I think if I weep (under the pretense of a sad movie), all of my anxiety will flow away.
Maybe I'm Swedish.
I heard one of my favorite Dixie Chick songs while driving around this morning - "Not Ready to Make Nice" - where they quote some of their hate mail as telling them to "shut up and sing".
Maybe I should just shut up and be funny.
And I'll try - tomorrow.
Tomorrow.I know full well what happens in these coming two weeks. I should be stocking up on David Sedaris, Archie Double Digests, and Austin Powers movies.
But I resist.
Why?
Maybe I think that if I get into a really dark corner, any wee speck of light at all will be blindingly beautiful.
Maybe I think if I weep (under the pretense of a sad movie), all of my anxiety will flow away.
Maybe I'm Swedish.
I heard one of my favorite Dixie Chick songs while driving around this morning - "Not Ready to Make Nice" - where they quote some of their hate mail as telling them to "shut up and sing".
Maybe I should just shut up and be funny.
And I'll try - tomorrow.
I love ya - you know when.
