blah blah blah blah stress blah blah
blah blah blah blah whine blah blah
blah blah stress
blah blah whine
I think I'll find something to buy.
The second verse, similarly, would go something like this:
blah blah blah blah I can't take it anymore
blah blah blah blah I am still on the internet!
blah blah no more
blah blah internet!
now I think I'll bake a cake.
However, in case you are worried that I might run out of rhymes, I discovered this weekend that shopping is a placeholder for other forms of self-care. Also, that I manage my anxiety better when I am writing. I'm still anxious, but I linger there less. So I am currently working on two poems, if by "working on" we mean "thinking about and taking occasional notes." Actually, that is what we mean, and it's acceptable, qua writing.
Also, I am rediscovering, as we speak, the curative powers of cake. Cake still works.
thinking is absolutely working, qua writing. i console myself with that truth daily.ReplyDelete
Cake. Always cake. I baked delicious goodies today, and it totally cheered me up.ReplyDelete
I'm familiar with the lyrics, but can you hum a few bars?ReplyDelete
Not long ago I saw a card (and bought a card) thinking as I did Lisa B. would laugh at this card. This post and that card would be in complete and contented agreement if they were to meet together with a good slice or two of cake between them.ReplyDelete