Waldo the Chrysalis, Day 2

Anybody know what’s up with some of the new diaries here? I can’t figure out their purpose. They’ll have real looking names like “JamesHolt” or “Ellenyou” or “MalcolmFloyd”, and they all have (among other things) random sports type references sprinkled throughout them, implying they are trying to get found by search engines. Other than that,…

Hit by lightning.  Again.  I feel like the frail off-screen distant relative of some major TV character.  You know the one.  Every weekly episode has a new throw-away one-liner.  “You remember Elaine —  Maude’s uncle’s wife’s cousin?  She just had her gall bladder removed.”  “She just got hit by a car.” “An albatross knocked her…

I haven’t had anything to eat today. Worked through lunch. I’ve only had two glasses of cheap chardonay, but it’s really gone to my head. I haven’t really drunk anything for I don’t know how long. My liver has no idea what hit it. Feels good. Cats know something’s up. Little Grey Shit was on…

Well, the ex showed up at my doorstep yesterday promptly at 8:00, and dropped off the tax info from last year that I needed. Or at least, what I thought I’d need. I then bundled myself up (it was cold in these parts yesterday) and did some errands. My company has a LOT of nice…

I had a good physical therapy session today. During my neck strengthening exercises I found the “sweet spot’, an exact position that, if I hold my neck in it, gets rid of all of the pain and most of the pins and needles. This is a major step – now that we’ve found the position…

I’m familiar with this feeling of unreality, which is oxymoronic if you bother to think about it. If you’re familiar with something, then it shouldn’t be unreal. Yet here I am, bisected by a Looking Glass that neither allows me full admittance to Wonderland nor releases me and lets me return to normalcy. (In this…