Contemplating a Lake Activity

My legs
in the lake
are fine, I can take
the shimmering pale,
the wavery line.

Somehow,
above,
when I stand in my suit,
I'm nothing but pale,
out of shape, and hirsute.

Slogging Along

I'm feeling bugged. Latest peeves?

People on Facebook who make their status a daily update of their wedding-day countdown.
People who turn mean and spiteful when other people break up with them.
People who only go to church when it's their turn to teach the lesson or do this or that assignment.
People whose opinion of me matters so much to me that, try as I might, I can't make myself act remotely normal around them.
People who see other people floundering and sit and watch, critiquing, instead of getting up and helping.
People who are perky in the mornings.

I guess another, background, general irritation is the housing situation. I haven't quite hit just the right combination of Motivation to Apartment Hunt + Time in the Day + Availability of Helpers to launch a successful move-out. And if I think about it, I don't actually own a bed. A bed would be important. Wanting to move out and not having done it yet bugs me.

I realize that sometimes I'm just lazy, end of story. That bugs me too.

Update Since This Article Has Been Sitting in Drafts: Might've found a place! More news to come.