Randomness for a Thursday

I’m not very fashionable. You all know me. I like black shirts of various types and blue jeans and that pretty much sums it up. Occasionally I’ll throw a black bracelet and some nail polish into the deal but anything more and you’re pretty much asking to pull teeth from a chicken. Still, I adore the women in the video above. It’s not about the fashion, it’s about being themselves. You should watch it.

I’ve been really, really tired lately. As in, I could sleep all day and still be exhausted. Which is not normal. I’m not The Man, who would just as soon run on four hours of sleep every night, but I’m not a slug either. Normally six hours does it for me and the other eighteen I like to burn the candle from both ends. But not lately. Finally, yesterday after getting home in the afternoon after a very un-taxing day but still feeling like I just wanted to cry uncontrollably and pass out — you know how that exhausted works right? When you don’t even have control of your tear ducts anymore? — I mentioned it in a conversation with my mom who insisted I needed to be taking an iron supplement. “All the women in our family are anemic, you know.” And she’s totally right, I’ve been anemic all my life but I’ve never felt like this unless I give blood. And? I haven’t in years for that reason. So she brought me a pack of iron supplements last night and I took two. And then another two this morning. I’m still exhausted, but less hungry, so maybe it’s a start. I really, really hope it’s a start because this shit is for the birds.

And The Man totally agrees. Last night he was all “It hasn’t been too bad yet this year, but last year I didn’t even know what to do anymore.” Because I am not easy to live with when I’m resembling a zombie.

And then we started talking about that one time, when we were first dating, before I’d figured out the connection between being anemic to begin with and allowing them to suck a pint of blood out of my veins. It was a Friday night and we’d had a date planned all week. I don’t even remember what the date was supposed to consist of now, which will make a lot more sense in a minute so bear with me here. I was still in High School and there’d been a Red Cross blood drive in the gym that day. Naturally, I’d donated. 1) Because I’m a tremendous person and 2) because it was a good excuse to skip class. He showed up after he got out of work to pick me up and the exhaustion had already begun to set in. We didn’t get a block from my house before I started bawling — no, really; and I’m not a crier — laid down across the front seat of his truck with my head in his lap and passed. the fuck. out. I woke up about the time he pulled back into my house at midnight. I don’t remember anything at all and to this day I’m not sure what he did that night. Drive around and let me sleep? Be scared for his future with such a lunatic? He came back though, so that must say something.

In other news, winter has receded again. I couldn’t be happier about that. Temperatures in the thirties and forties agree with me so much more than temperatures in the too fucking cold to go outsides.

Now if we could just get some sunshine. This is far too much to ask of Michigan in January though. Maybe next month.

If next month ever comes. Does anybody else feel like this has been the longest month in the history of the world?

I’ve been spending my evenings plotting gardens and various farm projects. Maybe I’ll share those plans with you tomorrow. We all know I can’t just keep up with the random thoughts forever.

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