I'm even more erratic and temperamental than I had previously believed.

  Was a long day.  Started out really good.  Then got progressively worse, then went back to good, repeat as necessary.  My moods were  random and rapid. Quite Hellish.   Some of the things that stick out though are interesting. I thought Id share those with you, rather than go into my living chaos. I might tell the latest tale of The Life In The Asylum soon tho. You have been warned.

Learned of a law I did not know existed.  Apparently it is illegal in the state of Kentucky for an employee of a gas station to tell a person over the phone the price of gas.   Wait. What? Seriously? Yes.  Mark and I bantered around several reasons as to why'd they do this. None of the reasons really made any logical sense.  Odd.

Later in the day as I was listening to the radio as I relaxed with a 'frozen' beverage...an advert for one the myriad of cancer community hospices about.  Nothing new. I wish them all the best. Such a thing Id not wish on anyone. Anyways, this advertisements main voice over was done by an older lady from the local area. Let me say fellow bloggers, this area , it has it's very own inflection. It is hard to describe.  Southern-ish, twang(we are close to TN, and something else..) But, rest assured it is decidedly western Kentucky. I admit, the sound delights me with what could be called mild annoyance. It's a love hate thing.   Well, she is speaking of the people in her life that have lost the battle with the disease. The people she knows that has won the war.  She goes further to specifically name actual people in her hometown that have died.  But the oddest thing she said was..."In my town, ______, On McNabb Street, every family on that road has had someone die of cancer. Sometimes more than one. "     My question is, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON  on MCNABB STREET???   But perhaps I'm  a conspiracy theorist...

Another odd thought...I was taking the price tag off some new spring clothes when I went to throw away the 'extra' button they give you with the garment. Mark stopped me and asked what  I was doing.  I was puzzled. You know, I realized I have never  saved those buttons. (save for now, he made me see the error of my ways)  I have always carelessly tossed them in the refuse.  No worries bout lost or busted buttons....I wonder what that says about my character. Perhaps there should be a silly internet quiz for that. I'm certain it'd be better than what a pdoc could ever come up with. 

Ending on a *squee* note....Today I bought and donned (comfortably too!!) a pair of pants that when I first looked at the butt of, I never thought would, ummm, stretch for the event.   I am finally beginning to notice the 36 pound loss from this time last year.  So I will *SQUEE* again.  I know ya do not mind. 

For the record, Manic and Insomnia go good together. oi.  Found a link that allowed me to import ALOT of old blogs here from yahoo 360. Forgive me for my intrusion on your update lists.  Just didn't want to lose them. Rather attached. They were therapy of sorts for me. And fun.

Have now been awake for over 28 hours...and counting. With no sleep in sight. Spent the night chatting, updating here, downloading music. Which is fun to do. I pick songs Ive never heard of before. Either by the name of the song itself or the band/singer of said song. If it interests me in any way, I download.  Sometimes I strike gold...others...not so much.  Tonight was the latter.

Finally found and settled on a background for my page here. Sometimes I over-egghead things.

4 a.m. baths by candlelight accompanied by the soothing sounds of Loreena Mckennitt's angelic voice and the last vestiges of a massive thunder storm still lingering in the air make  for a good start to a manic day. 

To all of you I have inadvertantly stalked tonight. Forgive me. I am not always so...here.

BattleStar Galactica Tonight!

Next week: The Tudors

Yeah Im a dorky geek...I'll even admit to watching and quite enjoying the HBO series John Adams. So there.

I havent been online much lately. Things are ...well, they are things arent they? Funny how life can interject itself into your reality. Music though, that has saved me from myself. Me and the trusty emphatic mp3 player are one.

Now for a completely random update on the feline creatures that reside in the asylum.

Sing-Sing: Is honestly too mellow for his own good. His motto on life and sleep seems to be, "Wherever I Shall Fall, There Shall I Lay." For he can fall off the couch, get picked up, placed on a pillow, roll off the pillow, land upside down, have Attica lay on his back legs and never open an eye. I fear perhaps it is Nacolepsy.

Attica: Now Atti, I admit, is a Momma's Boy. And a needy one at that. He has the bad habit of stalking. And Gods forbid you make eye contact with him. That surely must mean that you would like to have him in your face, petting him or any way shape or form be paying 110% attention to him and him alone. Plus, he has now developed a love/hate relationship with my new mink blanket.

Today was one of those days. Tonight I'd really prefer dreamless sleep...

I have no words for this. His smile is just...too....yeah.

I love silent films though. Buster Keaton and of course Ol Charlie Chaplin are of my faves! You ever tried watching The Tramp with Apocalyptica playing? Pure Magic.

His face does remind me of my moods lately. I can honestly say that I have thouroughly made this home an Asylum. Ive been cycling all over the place. Mainly between agitation, extreme giddiness, anger like that of the hulk,or would that be she-hulk? Jumpy doesnt begin to cover it. I am sure it's a pleasure to be around me. Dudes, sarcasm doesnt convey well over the internet does it?

I guess I found the words. Go figure.

Picture from Postsecret.com

I wasn't going to post a blog today. I have been bouncing around mood wise. Rapid cycling, if you will. One minute Im hyper(in all senses) and then Im in tears sobbing uncontrollably. But the part I like the best of the rapid cycling gig? The sweet sweet relief brought on by the apathy. Sadly it doesnt last as long as say, oh, paranoia or self hatred. Anyway, I was just sitting here reading blogs and the such. Came across the latest update of the Post secret page. It has been a quiet-ish Mothers day here in the asylum. I got the usual gifts and such...but for the most part I layed in bed...with my moods. It was ok. I was made supper and only had to help with the household chores when the baby horder, attempting to put away the family size(huge in this family) bottle of ranch dressing and did not realize the lid was not all the way tightened. That was fun.

The picture. Reminded me of my mothers purse. After she went into her coma and the subsequent 10 months she lingered in that state, I would sit with her purse in my lap, close my eyes and inhale. I can not explain the smell. Her makeup, her strangely strong cheap perfume, Taboo if you are interested, paper, the odd smell of coin money...It was Her. I miss her. Even with all the drama that was her. I'd give anything just to hear her complain endlessly again about my sister. It was the way of things.

Anyway, me and my sad little post will go now.

I hope all the mommies had a wonderful day. And that you all told your own mums how much you love and need them. Don't wait. Sometimes there is no tomorrow.