Temporary? Insanity

The Egomaniacal Ramblings of a Mildly Deranged Housewife.

Archive for July, 2006

Posted by Kym 3 COMMENTS

I’ve been brooding a lot the last few days. Such an interesting term, isn’t it? In this instance it refers to the rather contemplative mood I’ve been in, but it can also refer to sitting on or hatching eggs. The number of ways in which I am similar to a chicken…how unsettling…
My mood is being dramatically influenced by the weather today. It’s been drizzling rain, and there are frequent rumblings of thunder which give the day an ominous feeling. I[...]

Posted by Kym 5 COMMENTS

We made the long arduous journey into town today (ten minute drive), for a multitude of reasons. To buy aluminum foil. To check our post office box in that ho-hum pretending to be bored fashion of those who are keenly, even desperately, anticipating the arrival of a piece of mail. And to visit the local library. I made reference before to my trepidatious attitude with respect to the local library, and it took no small amount of courage to enter[...]

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I had a thought in the wee hours of the morning that I think makes sense. That’s only a guess, mind you, but I think I’ll record it anyway.
I was thinking about online friendships, and whether they’re truly based in reality or not. How well can you really know someone who you’ve never met face to face? Never really interacted with?
I had the sudden thought that it’s a bit like putting a puzzle together – and the other person is[...]

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I sat down to write this post and then caught sight of the yellowy-green digits on our counter-top microwave. 10:51. Since I woke up feeling exhausted this morning, it’s far past foolish for me to have stayed up this late.
But I’ve been pondering a great deal lately about why I’m fat. Not the actual mechanics of it, of course, I know enough physiology and biochemistry to know the hows and wheretofores (is that a word?). I’m thinking in a much[...]

Posted by Kym 4 COMMENTS

We spent the last year moving every three months. Putting it mildly, it was a rough year. I was pregnant for most of it (and our bed was an inflatable one – picture that, if you will), and depressed much of the time as well. Just as we started settling in and making friends, we whisked off somewhere new. Enter a whole new cast; new life, new everything. It was unsettling, it was lonely, it was exhausting.
I ate a lot[...]