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Trivial Pursuits: July 2011
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Tales from the Toybox :. Friday, July 22, 2011. It's not often one is faced with their own mortality. It's rather an interesting thing. You think to yourself, "Well, if I knew for certain I was going to die in X amount of days, weeks, months or years, I would react like so." But when the time comes you find your reaction to be, well, different for lack of a better term. Or DABDA, if you will, is rather accurate in my experience:. Although, I find that it is not an easy step by step linear process. I do n...
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Trivial Pursuits: February 2011
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Tales from the Toybox :. Monday, February 7, 2011. To state the obvious. You know wrestling isn't real, right? Why does everyone ask me this when they find out I enjoy wrestling? I don't ask them, "You know American Idol is rigged, right? I don't see how telling me how "fake" it is will change my opinion. Although, I am fascinated by folks' interpretation of "fake" is. Is the lack of reality the fact that wrestling has a predetermined ending? Before TV came into the picture. Think on that for a minute.
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ANNA'S RUN: You're a runner?!
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Run like it's your last day. Carousel is a lie, the renewal is in the run. Tales from the Toybox :. Wednesday, May 29, 2013. When I first tell people that I am a recreational runner, I usually get the stupefied goldfish look in return. Yes, I run. I know I don't have the traditional runner's physique. I'm not lean, or aerodynamic to say the least. I carry much more weight on my frame than is necessary. In short, I am fat. Yes, I'm a runner. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Hey, I tweet.
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So you're going to die... Now what?: Help me heal me...
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Monday, March 11, 2013. Help me heal me. Everyday I wake up and pretend everything is fine, I lie to myself and everyone around me. Every time I go out and run several miles in fancy running gear, I'm just a child playing dress-up hoping mommy won't catch me. Every charity I volunteer for; every donation of my time is a falsehood wrapped around a very real personal need. Everything I do; everything I throw myself into is a distraction from the truth. I need a vacation from myself. I need to heal. Http:/ ...
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So you're going to die... Now what?: May 2014
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Thursday, May 22, 2014. Keep me hanging on. It's been a while since I updated this blog. I can only beat a dead horse for so long before the horse no longer resembles what it once was. I'm still breathing, still asymptotic, so I suppose that's good. It just doesn't make for good writing material. Do they just see a drunk? Do they see a crabby old bastard? Do they see a punk kid with no respect? What if they saw them all here, in the waiting room at the Organ Transplant Center? I recently lost a friend to...
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So you're going to die... Now what?: March 2013
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Monday, March 11, 2013. Help me heal me. Everyday I wake up and pretend everything is fine, I lie to myself and everyone around me. Every time I go out and run several miles in fancy running gear, I'm just a child playing dress-up hoping mommy won't catch me. Every charity I volunteer for; every donation of my time is a falsehood wrapped around a very real personal need. Everything I do; everything I throw myself into is a distraction from the truth. I need a vacation from myself. I need to heal. Subscri...
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So you're going to die... Now what?: August 2014
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Thursday, August 28, 2014. I've been finding myself humming the opening riff of what folks my age would automatically recognize as "Ice Ice Baby.". However, I not doing so as a plea to "stop, collaborate and listen." I'm doing so because what it am is "Under Pressure.". I'm under pressure at work. I'm under pressure at home. I'm under pressure at my doctor's office. I worry about money constantly. I worry about my health constantly. I worry about my family. And on those rare days I feel worry-free? This ...
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So you're going to die... Now what?: Doctor, doctor; Can't you see I'm burning, burning...
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Friday, March 1, 2013. Doctor, doctor; Cant you see Im burning, burning. Action, on the other hand is terrifying. My doctors weigh the pros and cons of action, and they recommend inaction. I'm told there is very little to gain and too much to lose by pursuing an aggressive stance. I'm told my situation is ideal. I'm told I should be relieved for the time being. So why is it that I'm not? I don't want to be sick. Honestly, I don't want surgery. I'm burning inside, but the doctors don't seem to notice.
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