Life is ridiculous, slow, and immeasurably painful

Today is many days from yesterday. Yesterday is long gone.

I live in Chicago.

I am a working stiff is a high rise building downtown.

I wear professional attire.

Pants. Heels. Blouse. Name tag.

I walk through a big glass door and scan a badge each morning.

Then consume inordinate amounts of low grade free coffee.

I can type really really really really really really fast.

FAST FAST FAST FAST FAST.

I am insured. But still pay out the ass for medical bills. Why?

I am a woman. That's why.

I am a lot of things today that I was not yesterday.

A woman. For one.

At least getting there anyway.

I am starting several projects this day of days, disguised as a Wedensday.

1. I am writing something down that comes out of my brain at least once everyday. AT LEAST ONCE. Jesus gawd let me keep this measly promise.

2. I am beginning an exercise regimen that will have me severly ripped and arm wrestle ready for the summer. I am. You'll see.

3. I am going to treat myself like an artist. I will pursue things that inspire and grant myself the privilige and being inspired. I will create and destroy and recreate. Because that is what I like to do. I had forgotten.

4. I will be honest. Fearless. And passionate.

5. I will be waiting for great things to happen.

I hope for this to be the first of many posts contributing to my rehabilitation as a artistic voice and human girl. I have felt like a professional data analyzing robot for a whole year now. I'm ready to unplug.

Love yourself, self.

Love/yourself.