Well, I slept a whole lot yesterday, which was a Good Thing(tm). I've
missed a couple of days of workouts though, and I need to get back on
the pony and ride.
I did manage to make some soup from chicken broth, chile peppers and
green onions that was mighty tasty and all healthy and smack. And I
watched a tiny bit of TV before departing into the dreamland of DVD,
where I watched Ginger Snaps 2: Unleashed. And lo, I was utterly
absorbed in the world of werewolves and lunatics for a couple of hours,
and afterwards was left with the strange feeling that I was not in the
right place, that I needed to be somewhere else doing something else and
somehow I had been trapped in this body at this time doing these strange
things.
Not so much a reaction to the story, but to the filmmaking aspects of
the movie. And some identification with the lead character (Bridgette).
Nice synergy for me.
This morning as I was leaving for work, I felt bleak and unsettled. I am
in terminal mode, temporary and final, and heading into a storm of
unknown proportions. I saw a mousetrap that somebody had left outside
with a big-ass mouse in it, and it made me stop for a second. Catalyst.
Realizing that if I keep moving along the same lines, I am like the
mouse that will get my ass snapped in the trap of predictability and
futility.
Then I thought about being a weremouse, but realized that it couldn't
work-- conservation of mass would make me a human-sized mouse, which
would freak out pretty much any cat I came across.
(Here kitty kitty...)
