Some more rambling..

I'm still recovering from yesterday. I feel like an old woman sometimes. It's sad. It doesn't help that it's so humid that I can't breathe. I've had my inhaler near me at all times today. Blech. I hate getting older. Ok, I know, I'm not old. I know I'm not old. But there's that little part of me that whispers "You're almost 30" and makes me feel like shit. I didn't accomplish half of what I wanted to do by the time I got this old. I feel like I'm racing against time and I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to be doing with my life.

Not that these thoughts are anything new.. I've had them many times over many years. It's always been "You're almost 20" or "You're almost 25" and racing, racing, racing. I never was quite sure if I was running to something or running from something. I mostly felt like a hamster running in one of those wheels. I feel that I have some purpose that I need to fulfill. I feel angry that I still don't know what it is. Shouldn't I have some clue by now? Doesn't this sort of wisdom come with age?

I still feel lost. Like little girl lost. Just like how I felt on my first day at kindergarten.

God, how depressing am I tonight?

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Some humor:

The Dihydrogen Monoxide Research Division or DMRD. I wonder how many don't get this..

The Meat Thief. I tell ya, meat makes people do strange things.

Ok, birthday cake does, too.

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Countdown: 8 days