Random Thursday Thoughts

I'm going to wait to post the results of the Johari Window until more peeps click over. Come on, it's fun. One observation so far...according to you all, I'm both nervous and relaxed. Interesting! I would say you're both right. Nervous in person; relaxed on the radio. I guess I'm less afraid of microphones than I am of people looking at me. That's some good pondering material.

Speaking of nervous, for the past two or three months I've been waking up almost startled. My eyes fly open and I jump out of bed like someone shot me out of a cannon. It feels like I'm flying around on a broom while I'm brushing my teeth, pouring coffee, motoring around the internet. And the feeling lasts....well, it never really goes away. It's all book-related I'm sure. I know I'm called to put myself out there, but actually doing it is another matter entirely. I'm fear-driven much of the time. I don't want to drop the ball with my book, my radio job, the laundry, and the list goes on. Angela remarked to our friend Kim last night that this insatiable drive is a gift, but at times I feel like it's more of a curse. Sure, I'll get farther with the a cannon blasting me in the butt, but the force can wear on a gal. It's like there is a little hamster inside me who spins and spins on his little wheel and won't ever take a breather. Maybe that's why my bottom three ribs tickle at times. I thought it was Josh Groban's voice. But I digress.

I spent an hour on the phone with HP support this morning because none of the icons on my desktop would respond to the clicking. Despite having virus protection, a virus snuck in and I had to delete my user account and re-create it. That didn't ease my stress. But at least the support tech spoke in a language I could understand. He was nice.

I ate a delicious Walmart Supercenter peach yesterday. It wasn't even a Central Market peach and it was juicy and delicious.

I decided not to work out today because I spent an hour on the phone with HP.

I'm in love with the Antigone Rising CD and I sent all of them friend requests on myspace. I have also vowed never to call them Auntee Gone Rising ever again. I finally watched the VH1 special and realized it's An Tig Uh Knee Rising and that I am an idiot. I had only seen their name in print until yesterday, but now I know. I love them just the same. They remind me of Austin and they make me want to go buy clothes at the Salvation Army.

You all are my best friends and I love you very much. That is all.