For Christ's sake

[iamom]

Isn't anything happening? I'm soooo ready for this baby to be born, I swear. I live my entire life in this psychic limbo of nothingness in action, and to be perfectly honest, I'm hungry for some new activities. I'd say I need to get out more, but what the hell would I do "out"? The extent of my interest is to the buffet at the Chinese restaurant down the road. Chicken balls and pina colada ice cream. Ooh, baby.

I might start doing even more yoga. I understand how monks can spend so much time doing asanas and meditation; there's not much else to do with your mind in this state. The time drains into a void. Like one of those water-filled sausage-snake toys that keeps rolling and slipping through your fingers, time collapses in on itself continuously: neverstartedended. Just like the moment.