I'm always chasing Pain Bowls....

you can do it, hum along. Instead of chasing rainbows, I seem to chase pain. There are many remedies for pain. I'm no fan of the majority of them...but I am dust...I treat my pain in a multitude of ineffectual methods. The most obvious one would be 'eating the pain away'. I can happily say that now when I walk from my car (which I deliberately park as far away from the front door of our building as possible while still taking advantage of covered parking) I will arrive in the elevator feeling such strain that I am sure I'm on the verge of a heart attack. I am sure it will arrive any day now. How do I fix that? Well...being a good girl...I'll have a meal of low sodium, oatmeal or something...prior to going home and eating fried meat and gravy with potatoes loaded with real butter and cream...nothing but the best, right? This method is yielding great results...if your goal is to meet an undertaker. I chased my pain this afternoon...caught it in the middle of a boulevard heavily traversed with failure...all mine, thank you. I don't appear to need any assistance in locating and obtaining pain, although just in case, I have attached myself to additional sources of pain. One never knows when one might run out, right? I learned a new expression not long ago...emotional masturbation. Scary to find myself face to face with a term I'd never heard but instantly recognized in myself. Well...I must return to the task at hand...there's not enough pain here today...afk to produce more