Wednesday

It's Wednesday. I've committed to going to a going away party and I don't really want to. I don't know why I don't want to go. I just don't. I'm getting into this daily ritual of things I do. It's strange how it just sort of develops without you knowing it. Today I went to the hippie chiro, and found myself next to this woman who looked normal enough. But normal she was not. It was the crying woman, and she talks at about 60 decibels all the time, and of course, let out a few sobs that would make you think the chiro had punched her in the face. I wish he would have. I wanted to reach over and do it. Is there such a thing as being too connected to your body? Actually, I don't think she's that "connected", I just think it's a cry for help. Get some therapy, lady. You're a quack.

I went to the beach yesterday and was sorely disappointed. It was so cloudy. It's weird when you drive 10 miles and the weather is completely different. I had to get the sun at my house and the surf at the the beach. But I'm still glad I went. I wish I lived there. Even with the clouds. I'm hoping the clouds will break today, but it's not looking good so far. But I still have errands to do too. So maybe the clouds are for my own good. Sort of.

God this is boring. My apologies. But what did you expect? It's Wednesday.