Little Fishies, hear my prayer

[shadesofmauve]

Nove 2nd - Nov 3rd early, early morning:

I really did start out hopeful. Spent the evening completely and utterly useless as I watched religous groups decide the fate of the world. Called Daddy dearest and asked him to make it all better. He gave me a nice, reasonable, mature bit of reasurance about how I could survive another four years. I pointed out that a lot of other people couldn't. Still, calmed down a tad. Derryck and I eased the pain with a little alchohol and chocolate chemical aid. At 1:30am or so I called J in Paris and said I'd try to keep my country from invading his. Y'know, just to be nice.

Nov 3rd, a more reasonable hour:

I went swimming alone. Technically zair99 didn't stand me up this time, but since I didn't get his e-mail 'till I got to class, I thought he had. S'okay. The pool was chilly, I was feeling chilly in more ways than one, but I did manage to come to a few conclusions. The first goal was to exercise myself into apathy. It didn't quite work, but I did do a whole 10 laps.

My plan is to take stressors one at the time. I don't mean it quite in the normally producitive way, but all will come clear.

The first step is to skip Audio. Since the only difference between going to audio and not is one of location (and whether I get to talk with ribbitkisser and Kat) its the first to fall by the wayside. This will allow me to get an earlier start on my 8-10 page art history paper draft. It's not so much that I need the extra two hours as that I need to start before I've used all of my daytime energy on class.

So, wednesday-night to thursday-morning will be devoted to paper related stress. I will not stress about the election, web design for either class OR contract, applications, or my other more personal stressors.

Thursday afternoon I'm heading down to Seattle, seeing a Liz Carrol concert, staying the night/next day with Trik, meeting Mom and Doozer for dinner, then heading to Oly for Doozer's B-day and to see the laid-up Pop. During this time I will stress about two different web-designs and a few personal issues.

Basically, I'm rationing my tension. I figure I'll have the next four years to stress about the country, so I don't really need to get an early start on it. I don't have nearly as much opportunity to stress about papers, so I have to work with what I have.

Oh, I did reach a 2nd conclusion. Ever heard the phrase "Ye gods and little fishies!"? Well, I've decided that them gods are fickle (about everything, up to and including their existance!). For the foreseable future, I'm putting my faith in the Little Fishies.

Comments

[fenmere.livejournal.com]

You remind me of a song that G'kar of Babylon 5 starts singing when it becomes clear that not only are his people being systematically eradicated by the Centauri, but that he personally has to give up on their salvation and his in order to save them:

I'm thinking of thinking of calling her right
after my afternoon nap.
I'm thinking of thinking of sending her flowers,
right after Bonnie gets back.
So many fishies left in the sea,
so many fishies - but no-one for me...
I'm thinking of thinking of hooking a love,
soon after supper is done.

I think it's meant as a bit of a metaphor, as well as a memory he clings to in dark times. Not sure if it relates well to your "Little Fishies" but there it is.

[ribbitkisser.livejournal.com]

I see you made a list I am so proud of you.
I have chocolate now.
Swimming is a fantastic stress reliver for me. Unless there are two bitchy girls in your lane. then it is just a time waister. (as a class anyway)
I luv you saja

[shadesofmauve]

I like lists. Things look nice and clear in a list. Specially a chocolate smeared one. *hugs Des*

[ribbitkisser.livejournal.com]

*hugs back*