My Right Foot

I must tell you, that right now I'm battling some anxiety...I think. It's in the form of racing thoughts and fatigue. Those of you that are familiar with anxiety disorder probably understand. Anyhow, I must keep my sense of humor. I will therefore write about my now amusing anxiety incident that took place in Macy's the other day. I went there to return this portable whirlpool mat that I had gotten for Christmas. Although the concept is nice, it just seemed like too much of a hassle to set it up in the tub. It was never used, so the thing was completely dry. The box looked a little raggy, but oh well. An old friend of mine made a sport out of returning things to stores. He could pretty much size up the sales people. There were those that didn't care, and there were those that loved wielding their authority. You could return half of a dress to those that didn't care and they wouldn't even notice. Well, I got one of the "other ones". She looked at the box suspiciously and said, "Why are you returning this?" I mumbled some lie about a friend being diabetic. I don't know why, I guess I was just on the defensive. She reluctantly gave me a store credit. Service with a smile. As I was walking away I became aware of my right foot. It felt like it was about to burst out of my sneaker. I just knew that the heart attack or stroke would hit at any time. There was no time to look at the pretty, overpriced, clothes (which I would never wear). I had to get to the car to check my foot.
I left the store scared and hyperventilating. Finally I got to my car, where I could have the illusion of safety. I took off my shoe and sock. Surprise, surprise, my foot looked normal. I think my sneaker was tied too tightly. Another crisis averted. A typical day in the life of a maniac. I guess it beats being bored.

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Oh man am I tired. It really exhausts me to persevere with something.(which is precisely why I have never really succeeded in anything...except not succeeding). I have been trying for two years. Of course, when I say trying, I mean at most two hours a week....or maybe one. See what I mean? Well, this is 2008, a new year and all that. This is the year I make my big effort. Hell, I might even work for two hours a day. Who knows? The ceiling's the limit. I haven't seen the sky in a while. I've had strep throat. Is the sky still there? Anyhow, just between the two of us (am I overestimating my readers?), I'd really like to make some money. If I find a secret to success, I will share. I worked for five hours today. I need the day off tomorrow (to assimilate today's information). I'll keep all of you (or you) apprised of my progress, or lack of, whichever applies. Hey...thanks for reading.

Back to Da Bloggin

I'm back after almost a year of not blogging....and the crowd roars.
Well, there's a crowd roaring somewhere. My wonderful niece inspired me to start blogging again. She started a blog which I will try and link to (once I've learned this new and easier editing stuff). Anyhow it's been quite a year. Oh, I'm still crazy of course. Need you ask???...my little imaginary blog audience. No, you needn't. It's still been the emotional roller coaster, as always. The tracks have had some minor repairs, but it's still not safe. I try not to stand up on the ride and always keep my seat belt fastened. Let's see.. I've laughed, cried, had viruses, was treated for Lyme Disease, and threw up on one occasion. I made a half-hearted attempt at affiliate marketing too. I have terrible fashion sense and love to wear sneakers. What else??? Oh yeah, I still don't have a solid "sense of self" and try ridiculously hard to please and entertain everyone. I love animals, and someday hope to bring peace to the middle east (that would be the middle eastern part of New Jersey). It's great to be back in my cyberspace home. Visit anytime. The place is always a mess!