Two months left. I can't wait. I'm getting burned-out just being excited. I peaked waaay to soon. Now people inquire of me when the marathon is being held. I, somewhat unenthusiastically but with a smile, say,"October", and let the awkward silence carry me into the next inquiry or a peaceful daydream. Somehow my internal clock or chemistry has shifted. One would surmise from all the characteristics that I am displaying that I am pregnant. Hah. Thankfully that is not the case, for an amoeba I am not. (Amoebas are a-sexual, able to reproduce without a partner, in case anyone was wondering) Seriously, my mental process has shifted.
Food. I daydream more about food, or rather, what I will eat later. I even have dillusions of granduer sometimes that I am a chef on a t.v. show like Emeril, with my own catchy one-liner. I'm brought down from my momentary psychosis when I either burn myself or something is boiling over. Honestly, I have only wanted to eat salsa and chips for the past week. Nothing else. Of course, I know better than to do that, but if I wasn't training, it would be Tex-Mex in the Alexander residence for the next week.
Anger. Not necessarily anger, but I am just now realizing that I am disliking a number of people that I know. Names are withheld to protect the innocent. It's not their fault. Most things I can simply ignore or let roll off my back, but lately, I have succumbed to a ton of mental complaining. "What is wrong with such&such?" "Why do I have to deal with this person today?" "The next time such&such says something to me...." I, luckily, have a buffer that syphons these particular thoughts away from the throat region and recycles back to the brain. Regardless, I think my rose colored glasses are losing their tint. I have been able to catch small glimpses of these people that, for the moment, are unattractive. But who am I to judge? I know I probably have an enormous amount of traits that unduly ride the nerves of many people. Probably the same people that I have taken a disliking to. I wonder if the heat is finally affecting me. I don't get road rage, but I do get tempted to teach a few people a lesson when they're riding my tail. I have done well to get rid of about 80% of my cynical and sarcastic mouth, but I now work among two cynics. One will bleed a cynical joke to the last drop, exhausting every which way possible to either make you feel bad or until enough people have joined in on his side. The other argues just to argue so you'll get riled up and irritated. No wonder I have no energy. I'm sure it isn't something chocolate couldn't cure.
Take care. I have a date with a fella. You might know him. His last name is Hershey.
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