tsunami

It's the day after Christmas and not surprisingly, it's been a god-send to have it behind us at last. I've been doing pretty well in spite of these hectic days. Well, perhaps "hectic" doesn't quite do justice to the corpulent derangement that comes complimentary with the holidays. I could go needlessly on about spending time in the tumbleweed storms of Palmdale and playing nice to certain tribal members, but I'm bursting with enough emotional stuffing to last many holidays to come. As it's been the same in my all-too-brief span of memory, it's the little things that make my four walls spin 'round. Not to carry on like the previous entry, but I find myself cluelessly struggling for what makes life enjoyable. Then add to the wish list -- less worries, fear, anxiety-strickeness,...and more tomatillo salsa, please. I feel like normal people live on an entirely separate plane of existence. That they can't even imagine what living life in moment to moment fear or dread would be like. And if the case happens to be neither, it's living in utter apathy. It's all bad or nothing. No good. Okay, maybe I'm being overly dramatic. Sometimes nothing is good. No bills, no news, no show ups, no memory -- all good.