going backwards from here
Jan. 1st, 2005 05:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanOn my way out of work yesterday afternoon, one of the women there called out to me, "Don't drink too much!"
I barked back at her, "Are you nuts? This is the first New Year's Eve I've had off since I started working here! Of course I'm going to drink too much!"
Mission successful, I'd say.
Woke up without a headache, but my farging back is killing me. Go fig. Chiro appointment on Monday, and since taking time off from the gym obviously isn't helping matters any, I'm going to go back to flogging myself this week. I should probably dig through my boxes and find my beginners yoga book too, since I'm getting to the point of being almost too stiff to tie my own shoes.
2005 will be the year of Change. I know this because the end of 2004 has consisted mostly of Getting Ready For Change - quit one job, getting my shit ready to quit the other one. Spent some time moving things around in my house. Spent some time moving things around in my head.
I remember reading once about a language in which the passage of time was referred in terms of walking backwards. Because we can only see where we've been. That image always sticks in my head.
At certain times, I think I can sneak a peek over my shoulder.
I barked back at her, "Are you nuts? This is the first New Year's Eve I've had off since I started working here! Of course I'm going to drink too much!"
Mission successful, I'd say.
Woke up without a headache, but my farging back is killing me. Go fig. Chiro appointment on Monday, and since taking time off from the gym obviously isn't helping matters any, I'm going to go back to flogging myself this week. I should probably dig through my boxes and find my beginners yoga book too, since I'm getting to the point of being almost too stiff to tie my own shoes.
2005 will be the year of Change. I know this because the end of 2004 has consisted mostly of Getting Ready For Change - quit one job, getting my shit ready to quit the other one. Spent some time moving things around in my house. Spent some time moving things around in my head.
I remember reading once about a language in which the passage of time was referred in terms of walking backwards. Because we can only see where we've been. That image always sticks in my head.
At certain times, I think I can sneak a peek over my shoulder.