Better, I think
I was sick most of last night, but it wasn't too bad. I think I went to bed sometime between 3 and 4, but I don't remember even looking at the clock. I'm always up late. I just remember laying on the couch with one of my notebooks, feeling achey. Then there was the emotional crap. I just kept bursting out into tears at random times. I'd see a picture of Mike that I forgot to tuck away and lose it. I like looking at the pictures. I keep them in my leather journal and I take them out a few times each day, and generally I can't help but smile when I look at them because we were so happy in them. When I see one just laying around, though, it's almost like a slap in the face, and I don't understand why. Meh. I am feeling better today, though, all around.
I was bored this afternoon, so I scrubbed the kitchen floor. My mom asked me to sweep it because their dog sheds like a mofo and the hair flies around; I started sweeping and saw that the floor really needed to be cleaned, so I got a scrub brush and a bucket for hot water and lysol and got on my knees (bwahaha). My dad came home from work early and asked me what the fuck I was doing on the kitchen floor. I told him he acted as though it's the first time he saw anyone clean, and he said I wasn't far off the mark on that one. =P He's still shocked that I clean up the kitchen after dinner. It's just habit. Weird.
My mom called a few minutes ago. She's on her way home from work and is stopping at Dairy Queen and she wanted to know if I wanted anything. I told her I'd take a small Oreo Blizzard and she got pissy because I didn't want a medium or large. First she suggested a medium. I said small, she said medium, I said small a lot louder, and she said, "FINE, whatever...*sigh*". Wtf? This is the 3rd or 4th time since I got back to PA that my mom's gotten pissed at me because I don't eat like a pig. She yelled at me on Monday for not being able to finish a Whopper I didn't want in the first place. Last weekend she bitched because I only drink water and juice..."Why the hell did I buy all this Pepsi, then?" I don't fucking know! I've never been big on carbonated beverages that lack alcohol content. The doctors told her she'd have to go on a low-fat diet...this will be the 4th time she's eaten takeout this week. So much for that, I guess. My dad tried talking to her about it and she got defensive, which he expected. She's a nurse and she knows better. I wish she'd quit ignoring her health problems.
Mike's friend from work, Ann (the one who used to make the surprise visits he hated so much), sent me a postcard from Michigan's Upper Peninsula. She was there last weekend for some sporting event for her son and she thought I'd like a picture of the Mackinac Bridge. It's pretty. Mom's home, and I've bored you poor people enough for now. =P Back to mIRC. Weeeee!
I was bored this afternoon, so I scrubbed the kitchen floor. My mom asked me to sweep it because their dog sheds like a mofo and the hair flies around; I started sweeping and saw that the floor really needed to be cleaned, so I got a scrub brush and a bucket for hot water and lysol and got on my knees (bwahaha). My dad came home from work early and asked me what the fuck I was doing on the kitchen floor. I told him he acted as though it's the first time he saw anyone clean, and he said I wasn't far off the mark on that one. =P He's still shocked that I clean up the kitchen after dinner. It's just habit. Weird.
My mom called a few minutes ago. She's on her way home from work and is stopping at Dairy Queen and she wanted to know if I wanted anything. I told her I'd take a small Oreo Blizzard and she got pissy because I didn't want a medium or large. First she suggested a medium. I said small, she said medium, I said small a lot louder, and she said, "FINE, whatever...*sigh*". Wtf? This is the 3rd or 4th time since I got back to PA that my mom's gotten pissed at me because I don't eat like a pig. She yelled at me on Monday for not being able to finish a Whopper I didn't want in the first place. Last weekend she bitched because I only drink water and juice..."Why the hell did I buy all this Pepsi, then?" I don't fucking know! I've never been big on carbonated beverages that lack alcohol content. The doctors told her she'd have to go on a low-fat diet...this will be the 4th time she's eaten takeout this week. So much for that, I guess. My dad tried talking to her about it and she got defensive, which he expected. She's a nurse and she knows better. I wish she'd quit ignoring her health problems.
Mike's friend from work, Ann (the one who used to make the surprise visits he hated so much), sent me a postcard from Michigan's Upper Peninsula. She was there last weekend for some sporting event for her son and she thought I'd like a picture of the Mackinac Bridge. It's pretty. Mom's home, and I've bored you poor people enough for now. =P Back to mIRC. Weeeee!