What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

I actually went without cold medication for most of the day yesterday and all night last night – though slightly more uncomfortable, it seemed to be more conducive to breaking up this muck in my respiratory system. (For those who assumed I was drunk as a scallywag when I posted the pirate entry late last night, now you know, I can be that crazy withOUT any chemical or natural influences. SCARES ya, don’t it?!)

The drated cold from hell seems to be slightly dissipated, as it gave way to a respectable migraine upon my awakening this morning. Which doesn’t really surprise me, as I had a rather exhaustive sleep, jostling my multiple personalities about all over a bizarre conglomeration of disjointed events and characters. I’m presently working my way through the Experiential Guide to The Celestine Prophecy, and was reading, just before zonking out into dreamland last night, about the significance of my dreams in guiding me to answers to specific questions currently weighing heaviest on my mind. I was really having a difficult time thinking of some questions. Evidently, the dreams came before the questions – perhaps to give me a clue as to what my questions SHOULD be? Good luck figuring THESE ones out, beloved Inner Self.

A couple of migraine meds and a few more cups of coffee, and I’ll be feeling much better today, I be thinkin’! First order of business will be to get CLEAN! If I don’t get cleaned up today, I fear there may be some areas of this mortal carcass that may be beginning to rot very soon. I be feelin’ very much like a dirty ole’ pirate this morning,’ and likely, smellin’ like one too!

My girlfriend, snuggs got me off on a wild course of meditation this morning. I’d mentioned to her that I think we’re both part critter ourselves and she agreed. Even went so far as to suggest that all her critters may represent some aspect of her own personality. Now considering I’ve got somewhere in the neighborhood of around 14 critters, not counting the fish, and all with quite diverse personalities, that both frightens me a bit and intrigues me as well. This could be good blog fodder…

(Why is it I feel so compelled to fill out that stupid tags field every time I post?!)