“Do you remember the things you were worrying about a year ago? How did they work out? Didn’t you waste a lot of fruitless energy on account of most of them? Didn’t most of them turn out all right after all?”

– Dale Carnegie

Dear Donna,

I am afraid I have some bad news… Dagwood was found dead in the hermit crab tank today. The cause of death is unknown. He was buried in the trashcan shortly after 1 pm. It was a private ceremony; only those close to him were invited. His casket was a small plastic ice tea container and a beautiful sandwich bag. He will surely be missed.

On a positive side I finished my Mid-Term.

Lisa

Yeah, I’ve been wallowing. I know. It’s unattractive and makes boring blog fodder. Sue me! But I do want to get over this despair. I am forgetting that I have the power to make changes to my life. I don’t like what’s going on? Well then change it. And I am working on changing it. Things may get bad but I will survive or they won’t get bad at all and I’ve been worrying needlessly. Yeah, this is a biggie. How about worrying when it’s time to worry? It ain’t time yet. What else? I don’t know. All I know is I know nothing. But I am trying.

I’ve been thirsty for a Margarita… for the last couple weeks! I have the makings for it- Limeade, Tequila, Triple Sec and ice- CHECK! And I’ve made it now a couple times- just as I have always made it and loved it. The problem is it doesn’t taste right. It’s too sweet, too tart, too “not hitting the spot.” I think I want what the Margarita stands for… relaxation, no cares, freedom, tranquility, contentedness… everything that is seemingly lacking in my life right now.

And I think of an interview with Lucy Lawless that I read years and years ago. She talked about how difficult it was filming the TV Show Xena. She said she would find herself wet and muddy, freezing her ass off, wearing only a breast plate and a leather miniskirt and somehow trying to believably command a chariot. And she would just repeat to herself, “This too shall pass, this too shall pass.”

This too shall pass.

Okay, enough self pity from me. This is it. The whine stops here!

I had a bunch of hits yesterday from people searching for Peter Tork (is a Dork). My immediate thought was, “Oh Peter, you dork! Have you joined Michael Jackson in Rock and Roll heaven?” I immediately checked Google News but found no obituary. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Is anybody ready for a world with less than 4 Monkees? I’m not. And so the dork survives. Thank goodness. Searching Google I found out he recently announced he has a mild case of Asperger Syndrome. That might explain his dorkitude but it doesn’t excuse it.

I am sorry, this never gets old to me.

I spent July 4th with the 2004 Libertarian Presidential Candidate, Michael Badnarik.

Yeah, I had an awesome time!

And then Billy Mays. Then Mollie Sugden and now Karl Malden!

What’s going on?!?!

I am sitting here quietly finding that the huge list I have in front of me is boiling down to a big fat 0 in terms of prospects… and I am daydreaming that Richard Gere, in a white officer’s uniform, rushes into my office, scoops me up, and carries me away from my self-imposed, sweat shop life.

Oh guys, I got it tough right now. Things aren’t quite going as planned. I seem to spend my days ramming my head against a concrete wall while people say things like, “You’re not running into the wall enough times” or “You’re not hitting with enough force” or “Even blind squirrels will splinter concrete at least once in awhile, why not you?” Regardless, I have a plan and I am working it. Whether it bears fruit or not is another story. However if I have to do another “critical self-analysis” I think I may puke. The one thing that’s been keeping me going is my Latin Impact dance class every Tuesday and Thursday night. It’s the one thing I can look forward to and I can lose myself in the crazy dance steps. I am also proud to report the instructor told me I am looking mucho better. Apparently I have lost some of the spastic-ness in my moves. Yes, some.

As I struggle, my little sister is kicking ass! She got a much coveted position that she’s been fighting for for years. I want to have a party for her to celebrate. A huge party! I want to rent a Moonbounce. She deserves it.

I am so happy Friday is a day off. I need it.