Don’t know what to say :.
Right now, I’m distant from happy. I’m tired. I need a break.
I think it’s mainly because I’m burned out, and management are coming down on me like a ton of bricks. I hate them, I’m in a constant battle of artistic integrity and bureaucratic protocol. Don’t even ask me what it means, I think I’m just mildly delirious from several layers of exhaustion from the constant worrying of doing well at my job.
I’m happy that September is around, meaning that the TV line-up is back. I’ll be downloading all my favourite shows like Big Bang Theory, Sanctuary, Stargate Universe *SUPER HIGH PITCHED SQUEE* Supernatural.. and new favourites Hellcats (cheerleading teen drama is my guilty pleasure!) and Nikita.. One of these days, I will actually try to make a proper blog post about my bold choices of TV.. eventually.. hopefully before all these shows go on summer hiatus again. Lol.
Stress has me breaking out like a hormonal teenager who went on a chocolate binge. I’m so seriously spotty, I look like I have the pox. Yuck.
My back looks worse though. It’s a horrible mess of round circles and angry wide scratches from the cupping treatment that I received last night. I don’t mean to sound masochistic, but the cupping helps me cope with the stress. Not to belittle people who cut themselves, but this is something similar to that, except I don’t make cuts, nor bleed from the therapy. I admit, the therapy has some levels of pain to it, but at the end of the day, there are some medical benefits. If the person who does the cupping could see my face while she’s doing it, she’d probably think twice about continuing. I make some horrible, horrible faces while I’m lying facedown on the therapy table, but I imagine my stress as toxic black sludge seeping through the pores in the areas being cupped. At the end, I feel sore, but better somewhat. Wearing my pain on the outside makes it better than having it fester on the inside.
Anyway, I’ll be back. I got an early call for work tomorrow. Cheers.
Hang in there Buffster. Cupping isn’t nearly as beneficial as spooning, though.
Ahh.. if only I had someone to spoon with..
Then I probably wouldn’t be so stressed out!