Am I a -Dancin' Wit MySe-Elf? With my lighter than an atom 2-D bowling ball and nine other Americans with nothing to do tonight, I am losing. But it does puff up my tail feathers to say that I entered the game late. My 24 points to the Alpha Virtual Bowler's 152, merely pacifies username ASG3x's false sense of security.
Knock knock. Who's there? 2:27am. WHAT? On a Sunday? On a .....(low gasp) WORK night? There seems to have been a mix up with my panic attack schedule. Someone has the room booked for my original time frame, so gotta squeeze them in where I can.
We've got mostly everything here in my Emergency Panic Kit. Some people pop a pill, a shot or pop a balloon. Mine is the drug free route, but it makes the serenity prop sack much bigger. The computer is on (for random contact with strangers and friends who are currently asleep - but I do feel a sense of relief that at least tomorrow morning, they will be informed of tonight's sensory blip.) I'm chewing a piece of gum (the kind who's opinion includes Xylitol since any dentist worth their mouth covering knows that your teeth need protection during vibal anguish). On the tv, for mental wallpaper, Noggin is hosting. The excitability and exploitation factors for 64 Zoo Lane are down to a dull wisp on the wind than most other late night tv. A major component of the EPK would be the Gameboy. Gameboy for me, is that needle they stick in the heart of the Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction that brings her back to life. Humanling and I were playing that earlier, therefore, with her fresh mini fingerprints on it, this Panic is brought to you by the letters A W O and L. This is where the computer does double duty by letting me contact others to freak out in font, and go to Pogo.com to bowl without sportin the ugly and very shared sneakers.
I do recall the words of someone that I loved once - he was better with words than me, and English was his second language - He said "Know thyself". Well, knowing him, he said "Yourself" and not "Thyself". I thought he was annoying at the time, but it turns out that those words have come around circling my globe like a daily comet. So I have myself down pat when it comes to the Instruction Manual for my panic attacks. He'd be so proud and beg me to come back if he only knew.
So what has happened to my Positive Attitude trial? It has applied for a visa to stay in my ethereal country for what could be a permanent basis. However, even God took a day off, people. Or as my Uber Organic buddy bounced back at me today, "Ms. Positive is allowed a day to chill." I'll enjoy my slummin' moment, thanks.
And on schedule, the last thing in the EPK is to allow myself an hour to come down. That hour is tucking itself in now, so I'm going to follow suit. After I find the Gameboy to cuddle up with in bed!
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