Noo, I’m not going to the parade. My towns parade is the equivalent to watching an immigration rally. I’m good. Memorial day isn’t about rights, it’s to remember. But that’s a whole different vent that I don’t feel like getting into.
I do love some thunderstorms though, summer wouldn’t be summer with out them. I have my windows open, my cup of coffee, and am listening to the breeze fly through my trees. There’s something calming about thunderstorms to me. I think it’s supposed to be the opposite but I’ve always loved thunderstorms.
My brain has been so freakin’ chaotic lately that I welcome a moment of calm in my head. I just have so much going on that I can’t keep my thoughts straight. Yesterday was just re-cock-ulous. I was having anxiety attack after anxiety attack. Klonopin was my friend again, which pissed me off all the more seeing as how I quit taking it. Oh well, that day is gone, and a new one has begun, and I haven’t committed homicide yet so we’re alll good.