zird is the word (lizardek) wrote,
zird is the word

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I was in a ridiculously good mood this evening, and indeed, for most of the day, despite a beginning-to-be-crushing list of projects at work, and a meeting that droned on for longer than I would have liked.

Why the good mood? I have no idea. Feeling better will do that to you after a week and a half of physical misery, I suppose. I can breathe, I can sleep without drugs, I feel as though my brain is limbering up again, and I shall restart my head-cold-interrupted walking schedule tomorrow.

Some things that have been on my to-do list for a little while also got whacked off today, which is always pleasing. Call in prescriptions—check! Stop by optician and get glasses fixed—check! Call for a massage appointment—check! Though 2 of these have led to NEW to-do list items: PICK UP prescriptions. And CALL BACK for massage appointment because she is out of town until February 16th—WAH!

My mom sent the kids an email full of terrible punny riddles, which we giggled like maniacs over. That probably helped kickstart the silly good mood. Who can resist laughter when faced with jokes like this?

What do you call a boomerang that doesn't work? A STICK!

What do you call cheese that isn't yours? NACHO CHEESE!

How do you get Holy Water? You boil the hell out of it!

And one of my all-time favorites:

Where do you find a dog with no legs? RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT HIM!



Again with the to-do list
Install a really great closet organizer system
Apply for Swedish citizenship
Re-decorate the computer room—it needs some style. Also, some comfort!
Rotate the artwork in the house: give some closeted pieces a day in the sun
Frame the things in that pile on the art desk
Whip up some of those recipes you've been collecting


Sitting around and thinking about writing something really GOOD never works for me. Inspiration clutters and clogs to a standstill. Sometimes it's TOO many topics crowding the outer edges of my mind; other times the mindscape is white, flat, empty—interior decorated in minimalist thought. Everything sounds trite or fits and starts and chokes and backspaces seem to be the order of the day. So be it. Write anyway. Write like you have something to say. Write like someone is reading. Better yet, write like no one is. Write the sun up, write the rain down. Tap out a child's smile or a stray and fleeting idea. Tell me something no one knows about you. Whisper in my ear.
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