Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2006-08-30 02:43:46 (UTC)

Call Me What You Want

August 28, 2006
10:16pm

**

“The creatures that inhabit this earth-be they human
beings or animals-are here to contribute, each in its own
particular way, to the beauty and prosperity of the world.
Many creatures have toiled singly or jointly to make our
lives comfortable. The food we eat, the clothes we wear,
have not just dropped from the sky. Many creatures have
labored to produce them. That is why we should be grateful
to all our fellow creatures.

Compassion and loving kindness are the hallmarks of
achievement and happiness.”

This quote from His Holiness The Dalai Lama ties in so
well with the Buddhist reasons to pursue vegetarianism.
Well, Duh. He is Buddhist after all. Even though going veg
started out as a health decision more so than a religious
or spiritual one, it’s kind of turning into a secondary
reason. I have no dissolutions of changing the way the
world eats. I don’t think for one minute that I alone can
dissuade millions of people from eating meat. It is what
it is. But, I’m responsible for myself and I think I’m
making a wise choice. For my mind, body and spirit. Guilt
of any kind is unnecessary to me and the thought of
causing the death of 2,600 animals (the amount of animals
each person consumes in a lifetime) is intolerable. Call
me whatever you want. I feel strongly about this.

The reason my star score is so low today really has very
little to do with how I’m feeling emotionally and more to
do with how I’m feeling physically. I really dragged my
ass today. All day I’ve felt intolerably tired, run down
and sleepy. Even though I got plenty of sleep last night
and had an easy day overall. Nothing too strenuous or
stressful came my way, yet I still felt like my behind was
glued to the floor and I was dragging myself around with
my fingernails. I’m writing so late because I didn’t even
want to get up long enough to sit at the computer to
write. Isn’t that pathetic? I didn’t straighten up the
house after the girls went to bed, I didn’t put the last
load of laundry away like I said I would, I didn’t take
out the trash or do the dishes. I didn’t do a damn thing
except mope around and be tired. Mentally, I’m feeling
good. Now, if the rest of my body would catch up with my
mind, all would be peachy. I have a doctor’s appointment
on the 5th of next month. I hope I don’t find out I’ve got
some sort of debilitating illness. That would be just my
luck.

I had that interview with Farmer’s Insurance today. Never
have I gone on an interview and hoped that I DIDN’T get
the job. But, there’s a first time for everything. The job
looks like it’s going to be incredibly boring. Answering
phones, filing, making appointments and sitting around.
Granted, that wouldn’t be so bad (in fact, it would be
pretty damn easy) if it weren’t for the fact that there’s
only 3 employees there and they’re OLD LADIES. I’m young
enough to be their granddaughter! I don’t know how I’d
feel about being the only young person working there with
a couple of blue-haired old ladies. Don’t get me wrong, I
don’t have anything against older people, but I’m a child
of the technological age and there was little use of
technology in that office. To them, the touch-tone phone
was still a recent technological upgrade. I know I’d tire
of that job quickly, so to save everyone the trouble, I
hope I just don’t get it. The hours were great, but they’d
just d-r-a-g by if I were bored shitless.

I also had the Impala’s brakes looked at today. I got new
rotors and pads put on back in May. From the day I got
them put on, they squealed whenever I so much as thought
about touching the brakes. I was told the squeal would
subside within the first 1000 miles of use, but it’s been
over 6,000 miles and still no improvement. So, since
they’re under warranty, I took the car in and had them
looked at. It would have cost $106.00 for the adjustment,
but since they were covered, I got it done for free and
now no more squeal! I’m so happy about it, too. Because it
sounded like I was neglecting my car the way it was
sounding. That just isn’t the case. I didn’t spend that
much money for my car to sound that bad!

Well, I’m going to bed now. Hopefully, I’ll get home
before Snookums does so I can get the house straightened
up before he sees my slovenly behavior in action. I don’t
think he knows I can be messy. I don’t let those
undesirable traits show very often. Who am I kidding? He
knows I’m a pig until the OCD kicks in and I need to dust
12 times so I can vacuum twice. You gotta love my
craziness! Ciao.




Ad: