Thoughts

It's amazing that no matter what life is shelling out around us, we can generally stay immersed in our own world.

I know that Rita is destroying a lot. But, I still got up, went to work, and didn't think about it until it came on the news. Selfish or human nature?

Good, hard physical labor soothes the soul.

Yesterday, I was caught up in all things trivial and depressing. Then, I helped a friend rip up carpet for a few hours. Before starting, we all looked around and stared, thinking "Where do we start? How much can we get done tonight?" We picked a corner and just did. A few hours later, we looked around and I realized that nothing is really, inherently impossible.

Anxiety makes time move slower.

Megan is out to a few friends to critique. It seems as if they have had it for years instead of a few days. I want to know. I want to fix it up. I don't want to wait anymore. Argh.