Seat Covers

I'm completely neurotic, you know that? One upset stomach after dinner and I can convince myself I'm dying. I hear a plane fly overhead and automatically assume it's a nuclear warhead aimed at the house. See a shooting star and start thinking about Armageddon. Plan on failing something before I even start.

At least I know I'm crazy, but it's hard to stop a car once it starts to roll downhill.

A small comfort it is, then, to have distraction, when it so easily leads me to chaos. I am my own greatest downfall--I need no pretty face or well-aimed words to topple me. Shit. I really need to take up Yoga, or maybe get my head on straight...

Focus focus clean

practice practice organize

my plans for the week

Haiku sums it up

in nifty little verses

damn upset stomach

Saw roach in bathroom

slimy and black as it crawls

I wanted my Raid

Cannot lay down now

belly in pinches and knots

Hamburger Helper

I swear off red meat

no longer shall I suffer

gaseous agony

Tired but awake

will try sleeping sitting up

back pressed against wall

damn five seven five

sapping all my energy

try to think clearly

fan is blowing cool

damn light baring down harshly

leg tangled in sheet