My soul feels stained
I can't explain got an itch on my brain
Lately my whole aim is to maintain
And regain control of my mainframe
My bloods boiling its beatin' out propane
My train of thought's more like a runaway train
I'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane
In the rain and I might just hydroplane
-- Black Eyed Peas
So it turns out that I'm an anxious person. In an effort to acknowledge my anxiety and keep it from eating away at all of my nerves, I have discovered that I am anxious a whole lot. Living in this crazy, mixed-up world, working, raising a teenager and his mouth and his father's mouth.
I'm trying yoga, and deep cleansing breaths, kava tea and the occasional xanax. It all kind of works. None of it works really well. Whiskey used to work very well, very quickly -- but not so much these days. That sucks, but then again, I am trying to lead a healthier, more upright lifestyle or whatever.
In other words, I'm very boring and chewed up and irritated most of the time -- ergo, I have nothing much to blog about these days.
Oh, honey hush...