Acceptable Alternatives to Asphyxiation
I can't decide which is the better description: willfully slothful or determinedly non-projecting. Or what sort of prettified name I'd like to slap on whatever it is I am doing to prevent a panic attack about going to see my family this weekend. I still get a lot of amusement out of word-play. Keeps my mind off of muckedy-muck feelings. Downing a bottle of Grigch Hills Chardonnay or 12 is not
an option. Dandified labels for avoidance of imagining worst case scenarios get the greenlight.
Amazon.com delivered the book I ordered to prepare for my summer writing workshop today. It is The Collected Stories of Amy Hempel. I thought it would be a mighty fine idea to read the work of the author who will be my writing instructor before I take the class. This book is the compilation of her four books of short stories. The cover has a badge stating this book is one of the New York Times Book Review's 10 Best Books of the Year. Cool.
I think this will be a good way to direct my attention. Especially since short stories will not require me to sit still for any great length of time. More garbage magazines are good for this too, but I have to admit, I am getting very sick of the celebrities and their DUIs. Can't these people get drivers?
My sponsor is going to be going back to see her parents this weekend too. She's not looking forward to her visit any more than I am mine. We are making a plan to touch base with each other. This makes me feel better. I also know where and when at least one of the AA meetings I will be attending is, and will be definitely going to at least two while away. It is a great excuse to get away from the crazy people.
And I know I have lots of outlets to contact should things go awry. I really don't think they will, but the truth is, I've actually got peeps now. I'm not alone in my struggles. I have people who care about me in my life now. It's all going to be fine. It already is fine.
Breathe, Judy. You can breathe now.


