Just What I Needed

My.Parents.Rock.
I sent them an email looking for support and though it makes me miss them even more they always know just what to say,  


Rumi, the Sufi poet, wrote about opening yourself to experience in a piece called the guest house "This being human is a guest house, every morning a new arrival,  A joy, a depression, a meanness  Some momentary awareness comes, As an unexpected visitor,  Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, Who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture.  Still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, Meet them at the door laughing, And invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, Because each as been sent, As a guide from beyond." So, my dear, relax, enjoy your travails and joys. You are having an experience which will allow you growth.

Finals

Night Terrors

While reading a book recently I discovered you can get creepy things when you buy second hand clothes.  This was a shock and quite a tragedy for someone who not only buys mostly second hand, but more so, someone who hates to do laundry.

The mentioned author got crabs from said experience, so naturally since reading I have been conjuring up images of crabs throughout the day.  This has become detrimental to my reputation as a sane person.  The lack of sleep and hallucinations caused a blood curdling scream when I thought I saw crabs on the subway seats.  Supposedly there were none.

Kinda like this but scarier, with fangs, itching powder infused claws, and sans chef hats.

On the bright side, I wrote a haiku today.  Enjoy.

undulating cloud
please allow sunlight to shine
groundhog no shadow

after January before March

I successfully went on a hiatus for the whole of January.  This can be owed to the fact that January is the most miserable month in the whole entire year (sorry January Birthdays).

Back to life, well sort of.
I sit and stare at my To Do list.  That is really as far as it goes, I don't think I have the heart to do something so I can check it off.

Clean my room?  Eh, I would rather not.

Obviously the solution is to make my To Do's more achievable.  If the list said: Listen to music or Stare at your ex-boyfriends facebook I would be golden.