Dropping a Load

... off of my brain, that is.

This is going to be one of those posts in which I attempt to purge all mental thought without the encumbrances of punctuation or spell check wait I wonder if I spelled that right well not really so much wonder as not care but going forward I would like to say that this has been one mighty mighty heavy week I mean you know it's not a good start to the week when you have to begin it in the wee morning hours of Sunday by apologizing to your friend via email for being such a jerk but you know it all came out okay in the end I just think that we needed some time to breathe but we barely caught our breath before the next wave of INSANITY hit which is what REALLY sucks about being a Mercy you know that not only do you feel your own stuff but that ability to experience some of what the other person is going through too which would be fine if I did the appropriate thing with those feelings like prayerfully and thoughtfully support the other person but all in all I think that I do well most days just to get out of bed and I know that sounds selfish because it is but at least I recognize fault when I see it and am not out to justify my behavior by means of manipulating scripture to sleep better at night man oh man I can't believe it's Friday again I guess that really means I need to like stop avoiding stuff and do it but it's hard to do when every five seconds I'm popping myself in the face with stupid rubber bands that are SUPPOSED to go on my braces and it makes me wonder what it's really accomplishing or am I yet again blindly trusting the  leading of others without merit or cause which leads me to believe that I absolutely one THOUSAND percent believe it is very very very very good that I have remained single for so long although to say Hi I'm twenty-seven years old is very different than seeing the number 27 in the age field I mean it's just so dangerously close to 30 and sad but no offense if you are 30 because I think 30 is a slammin' age as a matter of fact one that I can't wait to reach myself but for today I'm just 27 sittin on the bed now with two minutes into the 30th of May two-thousand and eight and evidently it's the only one we get so let's make the most of it shall we?

Comments

[MarkD]

Stream of consciousness, nice...reads like a Faulkner book :)

[zoe]

Hi Sara, I tagged you! Go check it out at my blog.

[Mom]

Cripe.