cithra

LiveJournal's display for me is completely screwed up, and changing the styles hasn't helped.

Over on another social network, a so-called friend announced himself as a supporter of 'natural marriage'. Apparently this is supposed to mean one-man-one-woman, in the same way 'pink slime' is a natural food ingredient. The arguments weary me, but the sense of betrayal makes me sick to my stomach. He's not a stupid man, but he is showing that strange selective amnesia about how the world works that simply boggles my mind.

Why in the nine hells do I bother?

My mother was a test tube and my father was a knife.

I've been challenged to make more of my writing public. I'm thinking about the best way to do it. Which means it will probably happen. Probably.

My Valentine's Day Dash stats:

Joy Ralph
bib number: 1049
age: 45
gender: F
location: Seattle, WA
overall place: 2312 out of 2360
division place: 320 out of 330
gender place: 1553 out of 1589
time: 59:55
pace: 19:20
gun time: 1:02:28


Not last this year!! Hurrah! Not to mention that according to Endomondo it's 2.1 miles from my doorstep to the start line, so I walked an additional 4.2 miles in addition to the 5k/3.1 miles of the race itself. No wonder my hip is grousing at me to go take an aspirin!

Knead the words
Roll them out
Press to the edges

Spark event poem tale novel

Getting ready to do the Seattle Love'em or Leave'em Valentine's Day Dash tomorrow at Green Lake. I've picked up my t-shirt and shoe tag. I've been walking regularly and according to Endomondo I can manage about 5mph on a good day. shelly_rae is joining me, and faintheart has promised to cheer us on, so I expect to have more fun this year. Which is really my goal, along with 1. show up and 2. finish the course. ::nod::

I've got to get back to writing my journal for me. Rather than some theoretical reader, who may or may not like what they read, looking to hire or fire or whatever. Those thoughts shut me right up, because two can keep a secret if both of them are dead. I don't really have any secrets, though I do have things I don't talk much about. But I find myself censoring myself even in my paper journal, and that's just not right. It's the political climate, but it still isn't right.

There and here I should be able to speak my mind, but most especially there.

Call me the canary in the coal mine; hypersensitive. But there it is.

I'm not really depressed, but I'm not much of anything else either - flat affect is the technical term, I believe. So we are kicking the meds up a notch. Which is giving me some more side effects, but that's the deal. If it doesn't help we will move on to the next batch of chemicals.

Also my sleep schedule has slewed around until I want to be in bed between 2am and 11am or so. Which is a good solid chunk of sleep, but at a somewhat inconvenient time. Also, bodyaches, but for that I blame the naltrexone.

Still reading A Tale of Two Cities; finding it apropos to the current political climate in ways that are increasingly frightening.

Verizon's firmware update fixed my phone's alarm disappearance! I'm delighted, and mildly shocked, and a little nonplussed at my delight & shock. I really am liking my new phone on the whole. I've been reading Dickens on it, and checking in hither-and-yon on Foursquare (got the mayorship at Bottega Italiana, heh), and tracking my walks.

Rumor has it it's the end of the year. I'm pretty much in "put one foot in front of the other" mode lately, and while I'm doing fairly well with that, I'm a little shy of trying to take much of a look at the Big Picture at the moment. That's when I get unhappy, where as on a day-to-day basis I have been achieving a little equilibrium. Or something.

And still, it moves.

I've been off citalopram for a few weeks, and while I don't really notice feeling more energetic, I do seem to get more done. My iron tested low normal last blood draw, so that's something to look into as well. The fluoxetine definitely levels out my mood, but I am finding myself irritable and easily annoyed by small things, which is not where I want to be. Still adjusting things, in other words.