Let’s examine what went on in my exciting life last week.
Let’s see. I changed my Twitter background last week, and I watched that damned “Scarface” school play video so many times that I’ve said “mother fudger” accidentally when I meant to say, um, something else. (Word to the wise: It’s not a real school play. So you can stop the shock and horror pantomime about how someone should “think of the children” already.)
What else? I ran into an old writing acquaintance randomly on the street. And I had tea with Tanzy, too. Man, I’m making it sound like I did something last week — well, something besides watching “The Stand” for 8 hours on Sunday, which I also did. Shamefully. (Also, I know I’m supposed to fear Randall Flagg, what with the evil and the mullet and all, but…I still end up a little bit afraid of Gary Sinise every time I see that mini-series. And he didn’t even wear copious amounts of eye liner, like in “Mission to Mars.” Gary Sinise + Too Much Eye Liner = Sarah’s Special Nightmare. It’s true.)
I guess the only other thing I did last week was this: I came to this understanding that the way I experience my world has narrowed to this tiny pinpoint perspective of daily life, where trying a new recipe seems newsworthy and just leaving the house for anything other than work is a Pretty Big Deal. How much of this is a function of my depression and how much of this is just a case of early onset “middle-agedness” I couldn’t say. But it’s a limiting way to live.
I guess I have something to work on this week.