ah the sick, and the moving, and the life...
Hello. I'm Johnny Cash.
No I'm not, I'm Denyce, but it was a damn good way to start a post, so I'm leaving it.
Love that movie.
Anyway, I'm ill. I know, the only time I EVER post is when I'm sick, but so it goes, I'm sick. So sick that I actually left work yesterday and came home at the ungodly hour of 2 pm.
Craziness.
Not going into sickly details, cause that's just gross. Suffice to say, I was ill, I am still ill, though not quite so ill as I was, I will live.
I'm moving back to Westminster. You know why? Because I miss home. And I hate my roommates. With the great exception of Scott, I love Scott, and if it were just Scott and I, I would stay, but it's not, and I can't stand the slobs anymore. Not to mention, living here is expensive, and there are too many of us in the house, and Scott is probably going to move to Monkey County anyway, where I don't want to live. So I'm going back to Westminster, temporarily at any rate. Hopefully, Scott will get an apartment in said M County, finish his masters year, and we will buy a house in beautiful New Windsor, yada yada yada, you know the rest. One can only hope.
Speaking of the Scott, I don't think I could have wished for a sweeter boyfriend this week. When I got home on Tuesday (spent weekend with Gran) I was genuinely missed by both boyfriend and cats, and it's always nice to know just how much they miss you. We went to dinner, in Manassas, then came home, and you know the rest. So it goes. Then Thursday we watched the Departed (wasn't home Wednesday, practice and then Gran's and all that) which was a hella good movie, and we snuggled, and so it goes. Then yesterday, THE SICK, and he went out twice, once for gatorade, the only thing I can keep down, and again for pepto, to make the pain go away.
And didn't bitch about it once. Just was all sweet, and "you'll be better soon." And he made toast. I love toast. I held onto that toast for dear life, because not only did I need food, but Scott made that toast, and I was damn determined, yada yada yada. And so it goes.
So yeah, other than the sick, which sucks, and the moving, which is GREAT, not much else going on. I'll be home soon, and I know you've missed me so.
And so it goes.
Fin.
No I'm not, I'm Denyce, but it was a damn good way to start a post, so I'm leaving it.
Love that movie.
Anyway, I'm ill. I know, the only time I EVER post is when I'm sick, but so it goes, I'm sick. So sick that I actually left work yesterday and came home at the ungodly hour of 2 pm.
Craziness.
Not going into sickly details, cause that's just gross. Suffice to say, I was ill, I am still ill, though not quite so ill as I was, I will live.
I'm moving back to Westminster. You know why? Because I miss home. And I hate my roommates. With the great exception of Scott, I love Scott, and if it were just Scott and I, I would stay, but it's not, and I can't stand the slobs anymore. Not to mention, living here is expensive, and there are too many of us in the house, and Scott is probably going to move to Monkey County anyway, where I don't want to live. So I'm going back to Westminster, temporarily at any rate. Hopefully, Scott will get an apartment in said M County, finish his masters year, and we will buy a house in beautiful New Windsor, yada yada yada, you know the rest. One can only hope.
Speaking of the Scott, I don't think I could have wished for a sweeter boyfriend this week. When I got home on Tuesday (spent weekend with Gran) I was genuinely missed by both boyfriend and cats, and it's always nice to know just how much they miss you. We went to dinner, in Manassas, then came home, and you know the rest. So it goes. Then Thursday we watched the Departed (wasn't home Wednesday, practice and then Gran's and all that) which was a hella good movie, and we snuggled, and so it goes. Then yesterday, THE SICK, and he went out twice, once for gatorade, the only thing I can keep down, and again for pepto, to make the pain go away.
And didn't bitch about it once. Just was all sweet, and "you'll be better soon." And he made toast. I love toast. I held onto that toast for dear life, because not only did I need food, but Scott made that toast, and I was damn determined, yada yada yada. And so it goes.
So yeah, other than the sick, which sucks, and the moving, which is GREAT, not much else going on. I'll be home soon, and I know you've missed me so.
And so it goes.
Fin.