(no subject)

how many times undone
can one person be
as they're careening through the facade
of their favorite fantasy
you just close your eyes slowly
like you're waiting for a kiss
and hope some lowly little power
will pull you out of this
but none comes at first
and little comes at all
and when inspiration finally hits you
it barely even breaks your fall

I've been very up and down lately. Can't really put my finger on why. Nothing has changed. Work has been fine.
I finally gave my presentation on CranioSacral Therapy to the staff at the Kenosha clinic. So glad that's over...I was really nervous to give a presentation to the people who have watched and supported my working through school and getting ready for my liscensure exam...on a topic that none of them knew anything about. It went pretty well. Our lead therapist, who took a course on CS therapy about 10 years ago and never got it to work, had a successful treatment using the techniques I shared.
I've been having a lot of fun working with my younger patients because they like it when I bring out the crazy equipment like 2 feet wide swiss balls and jump ropes and big tubs of putty to play with. I have a 12 year old boy coming in that sprained his knee in gymnastics. His little sister and I had a blast making him jump over a moving jump rope. His strength and balance is getting better and better. I'm so glad to see that.

But there's still this little black cloud following me around and I can't understand why. I haven't been sleeping well. Maybe that's it. I can't seem to function well on less than 6 hours. I'm mostly spending my nights watching in awe news coverage of the protests in NYC and moping around the apartment. I've got so many things running through my head that it's hard to shut down and sleep when I'm supposed to.

I've been seeing and hearing from random people that I haven't seen in ages. Last Sunday, I was walking towards the backstage door after the queen's parade with Devon and ran smack into a psuedofriend from middle school. I haven't seen Ivy Howell in 8 years. scary. She hasn't changed a bit, still bragging about everything perfect that is Ivy. What'ere, says I.
Then I got a call from Marcie, a friend that I met through our moms. We were in girl scouts together (before our troop leader got pregnant and quit on us). We lost touch thru middle school, then hung out a lot in high school. She was my out, we'd go car surfing and drink and hang out with boys. I felt like such a rebel when I was with her. We haven't really seen much of each other since then. Maybe a couple random dinners together here and there. Out of the blue she calls me up and says she wants to see me. She's back with a friend of mine from middle school (Justin O'Brien, if anyone cares or knows who he is). I'm so relieved to hear he's ok...last time I heard he was a heroin addict working at Pizza Hut. How did he go from my friend, the outcast trekkie geek from middle school to a goth rock loving pothead in just 4 years of high school? Who knows. He's doing much better now. I think.
I can't wait to see them. Does anyone remember Spotts? He's divorced!?
And TIM is home! HUZZAH! He's coming to faire to see AE and Tom tie the knot on Sunday.
As well as Emily and Paul.
Thank god it's the last weekend of faire. I need a break. I miss having my weekends free...but we all know in a couple weeks I'll be bitching about missing it.

AND happy news: Melissa has broken down and bought an Ipod. Well, it's ordered anyway. I have 5 days to wait...and download a zillion cds and organize everything for it. It was late Wednesday night and I decided to just buy the damn thing. I've waited for Craig to come home from North Carolina FOREVER to use his employee discount. Not gonna happen. I can get the newest 4th generation one for $300 (20 Gig) that has more battery time and free shipping and engraving. I chose a song quote: 'cut through these strings and open my wings'.
Thank you, JRB. Last Five Years is so quotable. I wanted to put 'a transmission on the midnight radio' but that would be stealing from miss Liz. I think the wings thing is far more me, don't you think? yayyayyayayayay ipod luuv. :)

I'm seeing the new Exorcist movie tonight, then BAPA grad tomorrow,
then GGBGVB Sunday, then (gasp) blind date on Monday night.
Yes, I am skipping the stupid cast party. I'm not paying for a hotel room again and no one will notice I'm not there anyway.

Hope everyone has a great Labor Day Weekend, it should be beautiful.

(no subject)

how many times undone
can one person be
as they're careening through the facade
of their favorite fantasy
you just close your eyes slowly
like you're waiting for a kiss
and hope some lowly little power
will pull you out of this
but none comes at first
and little comes at all
and when inspiration finally hits you
it barely even breaks your fall

I've been very up and down lately. Can't really put my finger on why. Nothing has changed. Work has been fine.
I finally gave my presentation on CranioSacral Therapy to the staff at the Kenosha clinic. So glad that's over...I was really nervous to give a presentation to the people who have watched and supported my working through school and getting ready for my liscensure exam...on a topic that none of them knew anything about. It went pretty well. Our lead therapist, who took a course on CS therapy about 10 years ago and never got it to work, had a successful treatment using the techniques I shared.
I've been having a lot of fun working with my younger patients because they like it when I bring out the crazy equipment like 2 feet wide swiss balls and jump ropes and big tubs of putty to play with. I have a 12 year old boy coming in that sprained his knee in gymnastics. His little sister and I had a blast making him jump over a moving jump rope. His strength and balance is getting better and better. I'm so glad to see that.

But there's still this little black cloud following me around and I can't understand why. I haven't been sleeping well. Maybe that's it. I can't seem to function well on less than 6 hours. I'm mostly spending my nights watching in awe news coverage of the protests in NYC and moping around the apartment. I've got so many things running through my head that it's hard to shut down and sleep when I'm supposed to.

I've been seeing and hearing from random people that I haven't seen in ages. Last Sunday, I was walking towards the backstage door after the queen's parade with Devon and ran smack into a psuedofriend from middle school. I haven't seen Ivy Howell in 8 years. scary. She hasn't changed a bit, still bragging about everything perfect that is Ivy. What'ere, says I.
Then I got a call from Marcie, a friend that I met through our moms. We were in girl scouts together (before our troop leader got pregnant and quit on us). We lost touch thru middle school, then hung out a lot in high school. She was my out, we'd go car surfing and drink and hang out with boys. I felt like such a rebel when I was with her. We haven't really seen much of each other since then. Maybe a couple random dinners together here and there. Out of the blue she calls me up and says she wants to see me. She's back with a friend of mine from middle school (Justin O'Brien, if anyone cares or knows who he is). I'm so relieved to hear he's ok...last time I heard he was a heroin addict working at Pizza Hut. How did he go from my friend, the outcast trekkie geek from middle school to a goth rock loving pothead in just 4 years of high school? Who knows. He's doing much better now. I think.
I can't wait to see them. Does anyone remember Spotts? He's divorced!?
And TIM is home! HUZZAH! He's coming to faire to see AE and Tom tie the knot on Sunday.
As well as Emily and Paul.
Thank god it's the last weekend of faire. I need a break. I miss having my weekends free...but we all know in a couple weeks I'll be bitching about missing it.

AND happy news: Melissa has broken down and bought an Ipod. Well, it's ordered anyway. I have 5 days to wait...and download a zillion cds and organize everything for it. It was late Wednesday night and I decided to just buy the damn thing. I've waited for Craig to come home from North Carolina FOREVER to use his employee discount. Not gonna happen. I can get the newest 4th generation one for $300 (20 Gig) that has more battery time and free shipping and engraving. I chose a song quote: 'cut through these strings and open my wings'.
Thank you, JRB. Last Five Years is so quotable. I wanted to put 'a transmission on the midnight radio' but that would be stealing from miss Liz. I think the wings thing is far more me, don't you think? yayyayyayayayay ipod luuv. :)

I'm seeing the new Exorcist movie tonight, then BAPA grad tomorrow,
then GGBGVB Sunday, then (gasp) blind date on Monday night.
Yes, I am skipping the stupid cast party. I'm not paying for a hotel room again and no one will notice I'm not there anyway.

Hope everyone has a great Labor Day Weekend, it should be beautiful.