JOURNAL OF THE WISE RACCOON

My huzzenbad thinks it is very good for my health for me to blog and use Facebook. My mental health, I assume. I have neglected them the last couple of days and I am feeling mentally ill so perhaps he’s right.

I am feeling exceptionally obedient to my dear man this week so I took his recommendation to chill rather than go step off a plane at 13k feet. Therapeutic as that may be it is not really relaxing. I had to be on call anyway for a deadline, so I had little chill breaks, looking for cool pictures of bird tats that I may one day think about putting on myself, chatting with the Modern Day Hermit, purging inbox, scheduling billpay, getting a pedicure (sorry Ang, next time I will do a pedi-date with you for sure, well one of the next times ). And the grand finale of the day, once deadline had been satisfied (or so I thought), a sports massage.

‘Course when I went for dinner at the MIL’s no sooner did I get there then one more email … “Please email this document.” Which I did not have on me so I had to go back to the house and do that. Sigh. Sort of disrupted my post-massage feeling of contentment.

But overall I am feeling better. I will sleep like a baby on Tylenol tonight.

Completely random but someone sent me this hilarious and sadly sometimes true (okay a lot of times, well before ) quote:

More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.

I suppose people should become better story tellers or I should become a better listener. Or we can just leave things the way they are.

Actually I suck at telling stories unless I am hit by one of those rare beams of brilliance that assists me in remembering the point of the story that has suddenly branched into 5 stories. But I suck even more at telling jokes. So bad in fact that people sometimes laugh sympathetically. I guess though we achieve the same goal which is to get people to laugh. Just a different method.

Well, now that I have taken my prescribed dose of documenting my random thoughts I will probably begin to feel better in the near future. Perhaps it’s more like a multivitamin in that it only works to take it before you become (mentally) ill – in which case … ooopsies.

=)