what I am doing
I sort of wish I could talk about this whole new thing I am doing. And of course part of me doesn’t — this is the part that tells a very few of my friends small details about it, and then tries to obfuscate the rest, and is trying to keep anyone else at all from knowing. Why? I wish I knew. My answer is mostly: I am crazy.
So, um, I am mostly liking it, and a lot a lot terrified (a lot!) and also incredibly incredibly busy, which, much as I am complaining about it (sleep, how I miss you) is also nicer than not being busy. Though it means I don’t see friends, I do end up spending all day with people, which is more than enough social interaction for me. I am also still going to the shelter, which is more and more depressing every time I go there.
I wonder sometimes if I’m busy and liking it because busy means I don’t have time to think about anything else. Then I realise hey, I’m too busy to worry about this shit. This is possibly a good thing for me.
January 20th, 2007 at 1:22 pm
What could she be doing that’s so terrible??? Hmm … spending all day with people, which is more than enough social interaction … it can’t be anything as ordinary as mere prostitution; she would tell us about that … maybe some *very perverted* form of prostitution? No, she knows her loyal readers would support her no matter how perverted she turns out to be … could she be … no … but … could she be … selling Amway???????
Ackkkkkkk! Wolfa is selling Amway!!! Ackkkkkkkk! Ackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!
January 20th, 2007 at 1:43 pm
I wonder sometimes if I’m busy and liking it because busy means I don’t have time to think about anything else. Then I realise hey, I’m too busy to worry about this shit.
This, I identify with. It can be wonderful to be very busy.
January 20th, 2007 at 8:55 pm
Well, in part I won’t talk about it here due to the googlability.
It is especially nice, eb, when you are more or less enjoying (some of) what you are busy with.