i hate crying.
about an hour ago, as I was looking out of a window thinking to myself that today was not the day to stay inside, Anne (pronounced AnnE!) said, "Watching you pick up things is so funny. You never use your knees." Then she made this motion with her hand similar to the way someone would physically describe someone falling onto his/her face only her version was a little bit faster. The mystery to why my back has been hurting has been solved.
Over the past few days I have been in this awful, no good, terrible, terrible mood. After some thinking, some reading of Atlas Shrugged (which ultimately did not offer an escape, but more thoughts to consider and balance out), and some alone time, I am feeling progressively better. I have devised a plan to extinguish these terrible moods, but deep down I am afraid that this plan will be sort lived. I am so thankful that no matter what happens, that when it comes down to it I am a very optimistic person.
Over the past few days I have been in this awful, no good, terrible, terrible mood. After some thinking, some reading of Atlas Shrugged (which ultimately did not offer an escape, but more thoughts to consider and balance out), and some alone time, I am feeling progressively better. I have devised a plan to extinguish these terrible moods, but deep down I am afraid that this plan will be sort lived. I am so thankful that no matter what happens, that when it comes down to it I am a very optimistic person.