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(posted from other journal)
I've been wanting to post now for a few days, okay, maybe a little over a week, but have only just now actually brought myself to do so (obviously). Life has been v. busy. Work and more work. I now officially hate Christmas and the awful things it does to people. In November it's fine, but come Christmas Eve and the thousands of people who have yet to finish their Christmas shopping, it's ugly. I worked that night at the jewelry counter and when the power went off, people were threatening me and telling me to start writing a letter to their children saying why their holiday was ruined. To that I replied "Dear Children, I'm sorry your father waited until the absolute last minute to buy your presents." It was insane, slightly scary and I'm soooo glad it is over with.
I feel rather burned out at the moment as well. I'm sick with a cold, sick of work, and so completely over paying bills. I just cannot pay them anymore. I'm too far behind and owe too much and I am literally uncapable of paying them. Even thinking about them makes me freak out so I'm moving on.
The house has been a disaster since I've been living at work lately. Today though, I woke with no voice, eyes pasted shut and barely able to breathe through the mucus gathered in my nose and throat. I TRIED to get up for work, I really did. I sat up and next thing I knew I was collapsed in bed again sleeping. Finally when Heart came in the room at 15 minutes until we had to be there and told me I'd be in trouble if I called off now, I stood up, attempted to get dressed and burst into tears. And cried. And cried. If I could have spoken above a raspy, nose-clogged whisper I would have told him that I felt like poop in a bathtub, but I think he got the point anyway since he called work for me and told them I would not be making my daily appearance today.
Woke up this morning to the vaccuum cleaner. By the time I got up Jim had already cleaned and vaccuumed the living room AND taken down the Christmas tree. So I cleared off the dining room table, picked up the kitchen, cleaned Nacho's litter box and swept and mopped the kitchen floor. I'm surprised I got that much done before feeling pooptacular again, which I do now.
Heart should be home shortly with food. I'm starving. All I ate yesterday was popcorn (with my new popcorn maker) and nachos from Taco Bell that didn't even have any tomatoes. I should mention though, Heart offered to make me or get me more food but nothing really sounded good despite the fact my stomach was turning in on itself. Tonight shortly after 7 we have a "triple date" with the crew at Applebears. Mmmm.... I should plan what to have.
I've been wanting to post now for a few days, okay, maybe a little over a week, but have only just now actually brought myself to do so (obviously). Life has been v. busy. Work and more work. I now officially hate Christmas and the awful things it does to people. In November it's fine, but come Christmas Eve and the thousands of people who have yet to finish their Christmas shopping, it's ugly. I worked that night at the jewelry counter and when the power went off, people were threatening me and telling me to start writing a letter to their children saying why their holiday was ruined. To that I replied "Dear Children, I'm sorry your father waited until the absolute last minute to buy your presents." It was insane, slightly scary and I'm soooo glad it is over with.
I feel rather burned out at the moment as well. I'm sick with a cold, sick of work, and so completely over paying bills. I just cannot pay them anymore. I'm too far behind and owe too much and I am literally uncapable of paying them. Even thinking about them makes me freak out so I'm moving on.
The house has been a disaster since I've been living at work lately. Today though, I woke with no voice, eyes pasted shut and barely able to breathe through the mucus gathered in my nose and throat. I TRIED to get up for work, I really did. I sat up and next thing I knew I was collapsed in bed again sleeping. Finally when Heart came in the room at 15 minutes until we had to be there and told me I'd be in trouble if I called off now, I stood up, attempted to get dressed and burst into tears. And cried. And cried. If I could have spoken above a raspy, nose-clogged whisper I would have told him that I felt like poop in a bathtub, but I think he got the point anyway since he called work for me and told them I would not be making my daily appearance today.
Woke up this morning to the vaccuum cleaner. By the time I got up Jim had already cleaned and vaccuumed the living room AND taken down the Christmas tree. So I cleared off the dining room table, picked up the kitchen, cleaned Nacho's litter box and swept and mopped the kitchen floor. I'm surprised I got that much done before feeling pooptacular again, which I do now.
Heart should be home shortly with food. I'm starving. All I ate yesterday was popcorn (with my new popcorn maker) and nachos from Taco Bell that didn't even have any tomatoes. I should mention though, Heart offered to make me or get me more food but nothing really sounded good despite the fact my stomach was turning in on itself. Tonight shortly after 7 we have a "triple date" with the crew at Applebears. Mmmm.... I should plan what to have.