I was upset from reading about a recent great thing—that's my mind for you—so I decided to do the second mindfulness exercise from my CD—a body scan.Basically you sit and are voice-guided to pay attention to your body, starting from your toes and ending at the top of your head. The exercise went grim after the toes part because components of the feet were mentioned that I lack—a ball and arc
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I went on a mission to get papers and things and as I was about to cross the road to my car in my all near-all black outfit of black collarless shirt, black tracksuit pants and blue crocs.I coughed and felt a great lump of phlegm enter my mouth but here is the amazing thing; I caught it, in my mouth, and was then able to covertly spit it out.It did not go out of my mouth with force and land on my black top to leave it with a snot stain that looks like the ricochet from a money shot. I'm part-
Canberra, Australia: Area local balding man Mikey revealed today that he's been using a blown-out headband to mop up the sweat that leaks from his naked skull skin."I feel vulnerable when atop the bike, being bare-chested and in ladies PJ pants—that's not weird, it's so my cock doesn't flop out—and I look like the aftermath of an accident where a scientist attempted matter teleportation but dropped a potato in when he hit the go button."It's not pleasant for anyone to see," added Mikey, who a
I told my psych about my journey into Lovecraftian horror and how I'd been keeping it to an hour each day. But then confessed the count had crept up and that was because each day was its own book review and I didn't know how long each tome would take. But then I had to pull it all together and that's when I hit 195 and well past the 60 minute limit.I was in the zone and beholden to deadline.
Hot cross buns have been on sale for a couple weeks now, which in a real Christ timeline puts them well outside the last supper period and instead, at this moment, they could be having a disciples-only nudie splash out in the dead sea.Anyway, they're on sale I like them. And as I can eat dairy now I can have ones with milk products in them.There were two buns uneaten I was allowed to fed them to the chickens.
Yesterday I was in the shed watching YouTube music clips then, without warning, I went into a vocal self-rant about childhood and parental crap. I was about ninety seconds in when the door opened and it was theboy.He'd heard shouting and had risked checking I was okay and had not fallen into a PTSD or anxiety-fuelled attack. Which, of course, I had.
After prepping myself with Valium and coffee I set to delving back into tomes of ancient evil to extract the useful and put it all together. I did 135 minutes and it was dealing with the more horrifying aspects of horrifying experiences. Fortunately I slid into technocrat mode where you have a Word doc, an Excel spreadsheet and documents on tap and you just go into the zone. Where logic and calm reigns and the anger and sads are quelled by thought and written articulation.
I spent an hour an a quarter deep within the Necronomicon but dealing with the more fun side of overwhelming ancient space evil.
I am balding but was without a hat. There is rain coming down. I had to make the three foot gap between the cover of the patio roof and the shed. Balding and rain on balding is not fun.So I raised my hand above my head and waved at speed figuring the blur of motion would defeat most of the drops. It worked. But it did seem a bit silly. A hat would have been better. I have so many hats; just not when I need them. It's a conspiracy I tell you.