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I need to stop doom scrolling, it's not healthy. And honestly looking at the news right now is akin to peering at a horror movie through my fingers?
I didn't sleep well again last night. Currently averaging between five and six hours of sleep. Last night was five hours. Took me forever to fall asleep - between a sore shoulder and the fact that my mind would simply not shut off.
Also, I feel as if I'm in a constant state of "frustration". I need a break from it - it's not healthy. I'm frustrated at work, I'm frustrated with my social life (or lack thereof), I'm frustrated with what is going on in my country, I'm frustrated with my church...
I talked to a few folks briefly about it at work today, and discovered I wasn't alone.
Me: I am very frustrated - about everything.
Co-worker: Yeah, I know right. Although frustration is a gross understatement regarding what is going on at the moment. The world has turned upside down.
Me: And inside out and sideways.
I just want to smack things. But I can't. Anyone want to stand in the middle of a graveyard and let out a primal scream? Of course that would most likely wake the ghosts, vampires, and the rest of the undead, and we can't have that, especially right now.
( the graveyard in question )
On plus side? I got my birth certificates (the official notarized copies). I had to sign for them, luckily for me - UPS came about ten minutes ago - so I was home. Although I did, somewhat idiotically race downstairs to meet them, after letting them in - and they were at my apartment door, so I had to race up the stairs to sign. The UPS agent looked at me as if I was insane. "Why'd you race downstairs? I was wandering around the building dropping stuff off that needed to be signed for?"
Since it was a birth certificate - it had to be signed for. Had the official seal and everything. Just not quite the amount of detail that I expected, but I guess you don't really need that?
And it was another lovely day, a little hazy in some areas with poor air quality. But the air quality was fine in the Financial District (the tip of Manhattan) and in South Brooklyn, we're too far south to be affected. Even got off my niece's birthday card today (about a week late and three days short, but still it's off).
It was nice enough at lunch time that I took Art History Major's advice and wandered up to Trinity Church to check out the grave yard. And stumbled upon the grave stones of:
( Eliza Hamilton )
and ...
( Alexander Hamilton )
Along with Hercules Mulligan, John Watts, and Angelica Schulyar Church.
The graveyard dates back to the 1700s, and a lot of the tombstones are so old, that you can't see the engravings any longer.
And here's a photo of Trinity Church and the graveyard:
The skyscrapers surrounding the American Stock Exchange, and pushing against the blue sky.
( skyscrapers )
Another view of the American Stock Exchange, with flowering trees in front of it, staring it down.
( American Stock Exchange )
And finally the sculpture of the little girl staring down the New York Stock Exchange on Wall Street.
I didn't sleep well again last night. Currently averaging between five and six hours of sleep. Last night was five hours. Took me forever to fall asleep - between a sore shoulder and the fact that my mind would simply not shut off.
Also, I feel as if I'm in a constant state of "frustration". I need a break from it - it's not healthy. I'm frustrated at work, I'm frustrated with my social life (or lack thereof), I'm frustrated with what is going on in my country, I'm frustrated with my church...
I talked to a few folks briefly about it at work today, and discovered I wasn't alone.
Me: I am very frustrated - about everything.
Co-worker: Yeah, I know right. Although frustration is a gross understatement regarding what is going on at the moment. The world has turned upside down.
Me: And inside out and sideways.
I just want to smack things. But I can't. Anyone want to stand in the middle of a graveyard and let out a primal scream? Of course that would most likely wake the ghosts, vampires, and the rest of the undead, and we can't have that, especially right now.
( the graveyard in question )
On plus side? I got my birth certificates (the official notarized copies). I had to sign for them, luckily for me - UPS came about ten minutes ago - so I was home. Although I did, somewhat idiotically race downstairs to meet them, after letting them in - and they were at my apartment door, so I had to race up the stairs to sign. The UPS agent looked at me as if I was insane. "Why'd you race downstairs? I was wandering around the building dropping stuff off that needed to be signed for?"
Since it was a birth certificate - it had to be signed for. Had the official seal and everything. Just not quite the amount of detail that I expected, but I guess you don't really need that?
And it was another lovely day, a little hazy in some areas with poor air quality. But the air quality was fine in the Financial District (the tip of Manhattan) and in South Brooklyn, we're too far south to be affected. Even got off my niece's birthday card today (about a week late and three days short, but still it's off).
It was nice enough at lunch time that I took Art History Major's advice and wandered up to Trinity Church to check out the grave yard. And stumbled upon the grave stones of:
( Eliza Hamilton )
and ...
( Alexander Hamilton )
Along with Hercules Mulligan, John Watts, and Angelica Schulyar Church.
The graveyard dates back to the 1700s, and a lot of the tombstones are so old, that you can't see the engravings any longer.
And here's a photo of Trinity Church and the graveyard:
The skyscrapers surrounding the American Stock Exchange, and pushing against the blue sky.
( skyscrapers )
Another view of the American Stock Exchange, with flowering trees in front of it, staring it down.
( American Stock Exchange )
And finally the sculpture of the little girl staring down the New York Stock Exchange on Wall Street.