The combination of fatigue, ovulating (yes, I’m a female) and work are contributing to making me really REALLY tetchy and psycho. More than usual, I mean.
My mood feels like the weather. Just moments ago, the sky was falling, immensely heavy rain pounding relentlessly on the hapless mortals below it.
Now, it’s quite sunny.
I’m exhausted. Well and truly pooped.
Listening to emo rock comes at the top of my list. Right now, I have managed to give myself a totally glum outlook on my life just by listening to Death Cab for Cutie on my iPod.
Considering my mood wasn’t all that great to begin with (due to boredom, mostly), I leave you to imagine how depressed I feel right now.
During my morning rituals, I flicked through an old Harper’s Bazaar that was lying around. I came across this old Petra Nemcova article, talking about her recovery after the 2004 tsunami that left hundreds of thousands dead, including her photographer boyfriend.
While her determination to stay alive and move on is quite laudable, one part of the article made me litterally scream.
She attributes her miraculous survival to yoga (not just the sport, the spiritual thing). During the whole ordeal, it helped her remain calm and focused which is believable but she then goes on to explain how she went on to send waves of energy towards the other victims.
Waves of energy?
What is she on? Since when has thinking of others, worrying about their fate become sending waves of energy? This is not some kind of sci-fi universe where Jedi thinking can do anything for you.
I wasn’t able to blog or connect to MSN because of a proxy server setting in IE that was left over from work. How sucky is that?
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