the plague
Well, yesterday was a very nice day....even if my family came over. ;) Still, no real complaints except the fact that it seems the brownies were bad and gave us all stomach aches. That's right...BAD BROWNIES. And not even the "good" bad brownies!
Today, started off a bit awkward. Had bad dreams, upsetting dreams, and woke up feeling pretty down. I hate that my dreams can do that to me. So, I felt very sad and alone. However, though I asked if some people had plans, I was not going to beg anyone to come over because of bad dreams, just to keep me company. Hell...I just turned 33! Deal with it! So...I did. And after a while I felt a bit better, though a few short bursts of tears flooded out a little bit here and there. In that slight misery, I began to think, and then I began to wonder - why is it so hard for some people to say they love you, even though they claim they do. Yes, I can see it in their eyes or in the way they act (sometimes), but I like to hear it, too. Mind you...if they don't love me...then don't say it to please me. Now I'm just rambling, and I don't feel like crying anymore.
I watched two episodes of the second season of Penn & Teller's Bullshit. Then I went on to watch the whole season of 4400 on DVD (only five episodes long). In that time, my chest siezed up on me and I developed a painful cough and fever. It hurts to take deep breaths. This is the same shit that happened back in the spring when I had pneumonia. To top it off, Joe is already in bed. He, too, is sick with a sore throat but, thankfully, no chest pain. The plague seems to enveloped my household. I just hope those that were here yesterday don't get sick, too.
Today, started off a bit awkward. Had bad dreams, upsetting dreams, and woke up feeling pretty down. I hate that my dreams can do that to me. So, I felt very sad and alone. However, though I asked if some people had plans, I was not going to beg anyone to come over because of bad dreams, just to keep me company. Hell...I just turned 33! Deal with it! So...I did. And after a while I felt a bit better, though a few short bursts of tears flooded out a little bit here and there. In that slight misery, I began to think, and then I began to wonder - why is it so hard for some people to say they love you, even though they claim they do. Yes, I can see it in their eyes or in the way they act (sometimes), but I like to hear it, too. Mind you...if they don't love me...then don't say it to please me. Now I'm just rambling, and I don't feel like crying anymore.
I watched two episodes of the second season of Penn & Teller's Bullshit. Then I went on to watch the whole season of 4400 on DVD (only five episodes long). In that time, my chest siezed up on me and I developed a painful cough and fever. It hurts to take deep breaths. This is the same shit that happened back in the spring when I had pneumonia. To top it off, Joe is already in bed. He, too, is sick with a sore throat but, thankfully, no chest pain. The plague seems to enveloped my household. I just hope those that were here yesterday don't get sick, too.