You asked for it… you got it. Here’s what’s on my mind… little bugs that just can’t be caught, no matter what I do:
Mind-bug #1: Money. It’s not my friend this month. And I’m not treating it nicely, either. Honestly, I’ve been doing a lot better in most ways. ALL of my credit cards are up-to-date and under their limits. ALL of my utilities are paid. My car is paid off. I should be in financial “health” for once in my life, right? Wrong. There’s the matter of rent, and it’s killing me. I need to pay it and I don’t have the money for it right now. So naturally, I’m freaking out ever so slightly. But I’ll figure something out. I always do.
Mind-bug #2: Crazy People. Did you hear about the doctor in Florida who threw his kids out the window of a hotel and then threw himself out after them? Good GOD. What is wrong with people? I know things get hard to deal with (see above), but for cryin’ out loud, don’t kill your kids. I hear these stories all the time and just cannot find the reasons why people would do such a thing. It’s horrific. Mental illness is real and it is scary. I’d like to see the Scientologists give their reasons why medicine wouldn’t have helped that guy.
Mind-bug #3: Family. My family is once again talking seriously about moving my parents out of their house and into an apartment. My sister has even offered to go with my mom to look at places. It’s starting to look very real right now, and that’s just a little bit scary for all of us. No… check that. It’s a LOT scary for all of us. But it absolutely has to happen. My mom can’t even get in or out of the bathtub to take a shower anymore, because her balance is so bad, she is afraid she may fall. (My dad hasn’t been able to use the shower in years.) They are quickly getting to the point where the house is just becoming too much for them. We need to act quickly. It’s going to be a long summer.
Mind-bug #4: New York. I’m giddy with excitement about my trip to New York this weekend!!! Patrick and I have been Emailing back and forth, and Tuna Girl is on her way there as I type. (She’s in Boston right now.) And Mark, save me a barstool on Friday night… I’ll be there late, but I’ll be there! I can’t wait to meet everyone face-to-face. I can’t wait to show off my new tan. I need to lose 30 pounds so I look all hot and sexy. Which of those things is possible? All but the last one, I’m afraid. Darn it.
I guess these bugs aren’t so bad. I won’t need any sprays or Mind-bug Motels to get rid of them too soon. But that’s what’s on my mind at the moment. Doesn’t make for peaceful sleep– as is evidenced by the hour at which I am posting this. But I am now going to try. Cheerio.