Resting Bitch Face in Current Events

The plan was to go all out at the gym this morning but I have a bit of a sinus cold. My body needs rest. I’m not coughing or sneezing. It’s just like someone left the faucet running. I’m a freak of nature who enjoys being sick but that’s when I’m at home resting. I don’t want to abandon Andy with the feasting ceremony so I’m still going to go to work. It just feels like bad allergies. I already feel a lot better. My sore throat is gone. I saw this coming when I was at the piping ceremony. I have a hypersensitivity to smoke and I need to build a tolerance. I develop a hypersensitivity to everything I quit which is useful but annoying. My mind is supposed to be the dramatic one, not my body.

It is Saturday, and we know what makes this day so special. I get triggered by my roommate every weekend. I will choose peace. I will choose peace. I will choose peace. She has stage 4 dumb cow disease. She left a big mess in the kitchen. If it is still there when I get home I swear to god. I swear to god and on my father’s grave, on everything I have, or ever will embrace… I will choose peace. I will choose peace. I will choose peace.

Today should be a good day. Tomorrow I have an appointment to get my hair did, finally. My boy Henry was on holiday. Part of me wants to grow my hair out again. I miss my long hair. I’m heading to my sister’s to start Hoa Hoa Hoa season. If you knaur you knaur. I’m also going to bring my leftover tires/rims to wash down with a hose. I’m going to sell them.

Yup. Another boring entry. Do I even know how to exist without drama and upsets? This is weird. My lazy roommate is the worst of my problems right now.

Andy, my coordinator, told me about how to apply for a grant should I want to start my own business. I was telling him about wanting a podcast, yes, however, my big dream is to open a wellness center where holistic practitioners can work from. I want to have events where we teach budgeting, nutrition, canning, growing, etc. Blah blah blah. I’ll at least entertain the idea. The founder of the non-profit I work for led the piping ceremony on Thursday. I can see that it is possible.

Anyway, I shall go try and make myself look cute instead of sickly. Maybe Andy will just send me home and I won’t have to feel guilty. Me at my worst is still better than a lot of people’s best. I knaur that I will be fully recovered by tomorrow morning.