Minor yay…

Today was a minor victory for me, a day when I got up in a rage. I was wound up so tightly that I chose to stay offline to avoid any stimulus. This was not good enough, and I spent the first three hours of my day staring blankly ahead, breathing slow, and avoiding provoking myself. I even avoided hubby, so I wasn't jumping him.

I wrote some angry bad poetry and then I went to the living room to pop in LIPS and sing my heart out. My sister-in-law came for lunch, and she'd said yesterday that she wanted to see me sing. So as soon as she arrived, I put on a mini-concert. I'd already warmed up with a few practice tunes, but unfortunately, I had trouble keeping my throat wet, and that made it damned hard hitting lower bass notes. I still slayed a round of Coldplay's Yellow and another of Depeche Mode's Personal Jesus. I finished with Tears for Fears' Shout and really pushed for maximum volume and good pitch. Got my highest score so far on that song, and I felt a lot better. Well, except my throat, which felt a bit battered. But it was a good pain…I hope.

Over a late lunch of pasta salad and mixed cheeses, we watched Zoolander. This is a guilty pleasure of mine, and I love watching it over and over to cheer myself up. It worked, as usual, and hubby and me both demonstrated the Kinect's features with some rounds of Kinect AdvToday was a minor victory for me, a day when I got up in a rage. I was wound up so tightly that I chose to stay offline to avoid any stimulus. This was not good enough, and I spent the first three hours of my day staring blankly ahead, breathing slow, and avoiding provoking myself. I even avoided hubby, so I wasn't jumping him.

I wrote some angry bad poetry and then I went to the living room to pop in LIPS and sing my heart out. My sister-in-law came for lunch, and she'd said yesterday that she wanted to see me sing. So as soon as she arrived, I put on a mini-concert. I'd already warmed up with a few practice tunes, but unfortunately, I had trouble keeping my throat wet, and that made it damned hard hitting lower bass notes. I still slayed a round of Coldplay's Yellow and another of Depeche Mode's Personal Jesus. I finished with Tears for Fears' Shout and really pushed for maximum volume and good pitch. Got my highest score so far on that song, and I felt a lot better. Well, except my throat, which felt a bit battered. But it was a good pain…I hope.

Over a late lunch of pasta salad and mixed cheeses, we watched Zoolander. This is a guilty pleasure of mine, and I love watching it over and over to cheer myself up. It worked, as usual, and hubby and me both demonstrated the Kinect's features with some rounds of Kinect Adventures and Dance Central. Then when Milli left, I wandered back to my room, turned on my tunes, and dropped into a cool bath to rinse off the sweat.

So I managed to distract myself out of a severe rage, and I turned this into a somewhat positive day. I didn't get anything written, but the muse took off because I made her mad. (This happens every time I ask her for something that might have a hope in hell of real success.) So if you think I'm just annoying you lately, nuh-uh. Even some of the voices in my head have gone on hiatus to give me some space.

But today was a minor victory, so I'ma cling to that victory like a drunk to their last bottle of rum.entures and Dance Central. Then when Milli left, I wandered back to my room, turned on my tunes, and dropped into a cool bath to rinse off the sweat.

So I managed to distract myself out of a severe rage, and I turned this into a somewhat positive day. I didn't get anything written, but the muse took off because I made her mad. (This happens every time I ask her for something that might have a hope in hell of real success.) So if you think I'm just annoying you lately, nuh-uh. Even some of the voices in my head have gone on hiatus to give me some space.

But today was a minor victory, so I'ma cling to that victory like a drunk to their last bottle of rum.