Better Phlebotomy than Lobotomy
I had my jin shin yesterday -- I go every week and have that energy work. Usually it's on Mondays, but I changed to Thursdays as I am at a spot now when the day after the jin shin is horrible. Today was ok up to about 3 -- not bad. I went for a blood test, then got groceries and went home. By the time I got home and had to get the groceries from the car and put them away I was f*cked up. Oh well! I was happy to have the blood test as I was the one who insisted I had to have bloodwork prior to my liver-doc appt. The last time I saw her (Dec 02 how time flies) I had my appt then had the blood drawn. That made NO SENSE to me, so this time I agitated and got my way (I'm a spoiled brat). I'm watching "Ghost World," on tape from the library -- they had to change it from the graphic novel, yes, but I think the story is less interesting. Tomorrow I go to see Looper, then Monday I take my car in for a check-up. Tuesday is work, Wednesday a movie: The Girl with the Pearl Earring at 6:30 at the Capital Theatre. Thursday is jin shin again. I've got Lucia intrigued by my reports of the virtual world I spend time in. I find it fun. I know why I'm there -- and some other people have good reasons (I was talking to an Australian stay-at-home dad with a sleeping 2 year old yesterday). Some people, though, I can't figure out. Why are they there? Why aren't they out in real life? Like "A Hard Day's Night," where "Paul's grandfather," a "clean old man," tells Ringo he should be out "paradin'." Not with his nose stuck in a book -- or a monitor.