SSDD

Oh man, have I been waiting ever so patiently to use that "Same Shit, Different Day" reference from Stephen King's "Dreamcatcher." Same shit. Different Day. "SSDD."

So basically every day so far in the span of the week past has been about the same. Wake up at 8AM, stagger out to the living room and hit the snooze button till 8:30AM (or 8:40 if I'm feeling luxurious). Finally REALLy wake up, set the coffee brewing and my cream o' wheat microwaving while I wash my face and brush my teeth. I make a little platter for myself with that cup of coffee, that bowl of cream o' wheat, and a glass of water, plus one vitamin for the day. I sit down in the living room and mouth all that food and listen to NPR talking about a random topic, until 9AM. Then it's a scramble to get some clothes that fit body and mood, and get out the door and into the car and to the Red Cross so I can park and scurry over to the bus stop on Sheboygan.

Then it's off to work, where I spend the day sometimes doing work, but mostly just hanging out with Kevin and Sarah talking or unpacking boxes. Eventually, my day that started at 10AM finishes, sometimes around 3 and sometimes not till 6. A day of not much.

The evenings are better, but the empty apartment is still unnerving, at times. Too much room in the fridge. I've been sleeping on half of my bed lately, Lisa Loeb would say.

Oh, it's just being one of those days. Really, I've got a lot of things to be happy for, from assuring soreness of my shoulders due to working out at the SERF, to sipping nice grape juice and finishing off Evangelion with Ben. I also got my state tax return in the mail yesterday, which means I can go get my hair cut and maybe indulge again a little. Not much. I hate being overdrawn!

And then I get this horoscope today, from my favorite horoscope site: Free Will Astrology

I don't know if you're the type of person who enjoys trance-dancing half-undressed till 4 a.m. at bacchanalian parties, then prowling the early morning streets barking at the moon and singing songs from Broadway musicals with loony companions until you end up playing strip poker outside an all-night diner as the sun comes up. But if you are that type of person, this will be a perfect week to indulge your inclinations. If you're not, please find an equivalent adventure that you're comfortable with. 'Tis the season to be rowdy.

So maybe that's what I need to do? I spend a lot of time these days trying to figure out what buttons I need to push and what needs I must fulfil to feel happy and healthy. . . .but that's kindof an exhausting endeavor. I lack direction.