No, not the ones in Game of Thrones. (I know, Aria getting what she wants, if you know what I mean, right?)
I’ve occasionally bemoaned missing a day’s post – let’s take it as a given that I’m ever so slightly psychotic and anal and go from there, shall we? And I’m trying to to bitch about it, it only happens once a year or so on average, so quit being slightly psychotic and anal, all right? An excellent plan!
I knew that I had missed posting on the 24th, but I let it slide. No elevated blood pressure. No angst.
I – am – a – calm – pool…
Then something caught my eye today. I apparently missed posting on the 12th and the 18th as well, and I was 100% blissfully ignorant of it?!
I – AM – A – FREAKIN’ – CALM – POOL – DAMN – IT!!
At this point it’s not really that I missed posting three times in a two-week period (gee, phrasing it that way doesn’t help, does it?), it’s that I missed the first warning sign, and the second. Which immediately begs the point…
How many other warning signs am I missing?
Breathe. In. Out. Use that Apple Watch thingie to focus on my breathing and while I’m at it, please stop cussing out the Apple Watch thingie. Besides, I doubt it’s physically possible for it to do that since it doesn’t have that orifice. Just sayin’…
Be calm. Listen to some music. What do I like? What’s my go-to music for being calm. What do I listen to about twice a week just to make me happy and calm me down?
“Hamilton.”
Wait, it’s been how many weeks since I listened to “Hamilton”?
I – AM – A – FREAKIN’ – CALM – POOL – DAMN – IT!! (“Calm pool” bursts into flames…)
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 