It's hard to wake up on a Monday morning and get going. Losing one's keys doesn't lube the machine, either. Going to bed depressed and waking up grumpy seems to throw sand in the gastank, now that I think of it.
What can one do? PMI, so far, has been a failed experiment. To think about things positively, it seems to require a source of energy to keep the brain working in a positive direction. It would be good to have a mental aspect of well-being to begin and draw momentum from. Something more than a dull ache in the cranium, at least. I'll keep working with positivity, though, because I agree with it in principal and it should at least help.
Eat right. I do. I really, do, for the most part. With a cook like Drie around the house, who wouldn't? I suppose it would help if I woke up in time to eat more breakfast than a mushy apple, though.
I could stop worrying about things I can do nothing about. I wouldn't want to just about stop thinking completely, now, would I?
With just this quick survey of my state of affairs, It looks like I'd better just straighten up and fly right. I'll do that just as soon as I figure out a destination good enough to fly straight to, I reckon.
Yeah. Somebody better call the Wahmbulance. I've heard that before.
Next entry: Something worth reading, at least!
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