FUCKING MONDAYS, AM I RIGHT?
DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH COFFEE IN THE WORLD TO HELP ME RIGHT NOW. I WAS UP UNTIL 4AM LOOKING AT INTERIOR DESIGN BLOGS. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY. I’M NOT EVEN ALLOWED TO PAINT MY APARTMENT.
THE INTERNET IS THE WORST FOR THAT KIND OF THING. ONE TIME I WENT ON WIKIPEDIA TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THE DRUMMER FROM DEF LEPPARD’S NAME AND I ACCIDENTALLY GOT A DEGREE IN NEUROBIOLOGY.
TELL ME ABOUT IT. I WAS TRYING TO DOWNLOAD SEABISCUIT AND NOW I’M AN ORDAINED MINISTER.
makin tardis cookies with my sisterrrrrr (aka jamie makes cookies and i hover around and make excited noises)
we’re going to a doctor who party later /a bit too excited
I’m reading “The Brain That Changes Itself” by Norman Doidge. Apparently what I call “distraction” during a time when I’m feeling anxious can not only temporarily relieve the anxiety, but actually loosen the link between brain areas that cause the mind to be “stuck” in OCD, and create new neural pathways that are better.
I had a dream this morning where Neil Gaiman told me to ask myself, “What is it time for Bettina to write?” That, sir, is an excellent question.
Pablo is both my place of safety and my place of risk. He is both instigator and home.
I’ve been reading this book on “gifted grownups,” and realizing that maybe I have been both stressed and bored lately due to emotional stressors and simultaneous boredom.
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,”
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—
I, too, am America.
- Langston Hughes
Langston Hughes - favorite poem of all time.