3rd times a charm
Well, I saw Tara today for a whopping 15 minutes. ALLLLLRIIIIGHT. She just left to go pick up Dave and hang out at Redheads down the road. I told her that I'd like her to come home tonight but she said that that made her want to stay out even later... like I was basically 'telling' her she needed to be home and that made her want to rebel. Whatever.
*snap*
Something snapped in me earlier tonight. I'm not sure what it was but I feel different. We'll see what happens in the next coupld of weeks and find out why exactly my feelings changed suddenly.
On a brighter note, I finally ate something today. I managed to eat some chicken fingers and some fries. Right now it's all I can do to hold them down, but at least I did eat. I really want to throw up though, my stomach does not want to play ball with this food.
I do know now that whatever happens, I think I'll be ok. Whatever the outcome, I'll live. Don't get me wrong, If shit goes straight down the ole shit shoot (which is where shit usually goes) then I'll be all devestated and on a woman hating tangent for a while, but I'll eventually get better. I really hope that doesn't happen, as it really would crush me something fierce, but if it does, what else can I do? I'm certainly not going to kill myself. I love living way too much for that. If anyone was worrying about that for some strange reason, you can put your fears to bed, I'm not going anywhere. But, if I suddenly die in some strange accident, or am poisoned and my wife gets my life insurance and moves in with some dude, you fuckers need to call the cops! ;-)
Well, I'm going to go to bed and dream about how much better my life could have been if I just said a simple 'yes' here, or 'no' there, or if I avoided saying 'I'll just have one more beer' at the right moment.
*snap*
Something snapped in me earlier tonight. I'm not sure what it was but I feel different. We'll see what happens in the next coupld of weeks and find out why exactly my feelings changed suddenly.
On a brighter note, I finally ate something today. I managed to eat some chicken fingers and some fries. Right now it's all I can do to hold them down, but at least I did eat. I really want to throw up though, my stomach does not want to play ball with this food.
I do know now that whatever happens, I think I'll be ok. Whatever the outcome, I'll live. Don't get me wrong, If shit goes straight down the ole shit shoot (which is where shit usually goes) then I'll be all devestated and on a woman hating tangent for a while, but I'll eventually get better. I really hope that doesn't happen, as it really would crush me something fierce, but if it does, what else can I do? I'm certainly not going to kill myself. I love living way too much for that. If anyone was worrying about that for some strange reason, you can put your fears to bed, I'm not going anywhere. But, if I suddenly die in some strange accident, or am poisoned and my wife gets my life insurance and moves in with some dude, you fuckers need to call the cops! ;-)
Well, I'm going to go to bed and dream about how much better my life could have been if I just said a simple 'yes' here, or 'no' there, or if I avoided saying 'I'll just have one more beer' at the right moment.