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Accidents will happen

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Dear blog,

Oh I went and did it again, didn’t I? I got all wrapped up IRL and ignored the 010011011011101s until those 01011010011101101s threatened me in the way only they can and I became overwhelmed.

This “getting overwhelmed” business parallels with so many other things in my life, so I’d like to say it’s a one-time thing, but I don’t want to lie.

  • I had gum surgery.
  • I finished level three.
  • I pulled my back
  • Troupon played and lost (by ONE vote!) Cagematch.
  • I started practicing with the IFL.
  • I had an impossible flat tire.
  • I got new boots.
  • My dad celebrated a birthday. (I’m always grateful for these.)
  • I fell down, really hard.
  • My A/C went out and had to be replaced. WHOA, that was expensive.
  • I ate curdled cereal on accident.
  • I drank a lot of champagne.
  • I had a weird run-in with a cop that might not actually be a cop, in plain clothes wearing a balaclava in 107 heat.
  • I started reading Game of Thrones.
  • I missed out on the level three showcase because of a handful of the above.
  • I start a new intensive this week with Jill Bernard.
  • I had coffee. Lots of coffee. Lots of coffee with interesting conversation.
  • I slept. A lot.
  • And then didn’t.  A lot.

 

All that is happening/happened. Some of it I’ll go into detail about. Most of it I won’t.

But I’ll be back soon, I swear it. Here’s a pretty picture. Forgive me?

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Love and watermelons,

Terry

I’ll reach enlightenment, DAMMIT.

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There are some weekends where good things happen to balance out some crap things. I take comfort in those. Especially on days like today where everything just makes you want to put your head under the covers and and go back to sleep.

So I’ll list them:

Armadillos in strange places — no seriously. That armored little guy traveled FAR.

My cowboy-boot wearing Englishman — because, awww. We’re no longer the first couple “out” on the first round of the “married longest” dance.

Boudin — nothing in the fried world competes with a perfect fried ball of boudin.

Strawberry cupcakes — especially when they’re totally random and made with love from Amycakes.L

Not losing an earring — finding the other one when you’ve convinced yourself it’s gone to one-earring heaven can make a girl cry sheer tears of joy.

These kick-ass shoes — I love them.

… You know what? I’m in a shit mood today. I’ve been trying all day not to be. That whole, “It’s my choice” thing? I’m trying. I’m really trying. Maybe I should go have a cup of tea. Listen to something upbeat. Shake off this funk.

Any tips? How do you shake off those mid-week blues?