This is going to sound really strange, but I have decided that....despite the fact that it will become progressively more miserable....the heat is quite cleansing. My professor, Dr. Scraba's wife, Mechelle, commented once that she felt like she was detoxing all the time during the summer in Memphis...and I have to agree with her. It is oppressive...and it does get insanely worse...but the sticky layer on top of my skin is kind of comforting. It reminds me to slow down and put my feet up, allows me to wear shorts and sandals, makes me want to go swimming, makes me feel alive...it's also kind of sexy...you know? maybe?
I've cooked for some lovely ladies both Thursday and Friday evening...and Friday evening Grace and I decided to start an underground dance movement in Memphis...so...even if it's just us doing it...we're totally dancing...once a week. bitches.
It's been really nice living with my cats again...they are incredibly lovable. The only issue I have is their intense need for me to play with them at five in the morning. Mr Pants actually dropped a hair tie on my face because I kept ignoring his invitation to play fetch with him on Thursday morning. I threw the hair tie out the door and slammed it shut. He still loves me though. His love is steadfast...as long as I feed him and clean out his litter box...which really isn't too much to ask. It's kind of a deal.
This has been an insanely boring blog...My apologies for that. I guess because I'm not feeling intense sorrow or overwhelming happiness. I still get sad...but I feel incredibly strong at the moment. It's this weird feeling...like...you know how you feel after a really good cry? Kind of relaxed and calm...and warm? There are moments of that...even when I haven't cried, and I still cry...I just don't document it so much any more. I feel empowered with the remarkable ability to rise up...out of the ashes.