Something about that Voodoo and the Toilet Paper

I have realized I'm hungry.  Hungry to know why things are.  Why people are what they are.  How all those things work together for the human condition.  Mostly I'm hungry to navigate in a world that appears to overflow with knowledge, but in truth, the fundamentals are lost.

 

I lovingly call my psychiatrist the Voodoo lady.  You would have to see her to understand.  That and you would have to be at the lowest point in your life and need to talk to someone and the secretary tell you all they give is medicine.  Wow.  But the short video I added is kinda fun.


I did stay at the Proximity Hotel in Greensboro and it was something else... but another time... another story.  I promise.

 

 

I found a great channel about all life's problems and its crazy:  FREE.

 

Beware of free things.

 

They bite you in the ass.

 

I have so much to report on and so much laundry to fold.

 

And so on, etc. etc.

 

I wish I could tell you about my BFF's wife kicking him out.

 

And how I want a haircut and real job.

 

Then there's talking small business ownership with my husband.

 

And realizing I was right.

 

But I don't have time today.

 

I have to not want to knit a sweater.

 

and wait on the fish tank guy.