Stomach This
Meh. I'm in a funk mood, and have been all day.
I've been sick-ish for the better part of a week with a stomach virus that had me with a lot of loose bowels, running fever, not eating, and seriously hurting in the stomach areas. I'm finally almost over it, and that should make me excited and wanting to be active again, but I just want to curl up in my apartment and be alone. I realize this is not what I should do. I'm not depressed, I'm just in my hermit mode.
So today, I woke up wayyy late at 3. The sig other left at 10ish, and I swore to sleep just one more hour, but I woke up at 2:40. Good one, Russ. Jump out of bed, shower and all, and then get on the road and get Kristin. We listened to Hairspray and went to Target so I could pay my bill. We hopped over to Petland, and someone adopted my cat!! WOO HOOO! I'm really happy it found a home.
We head to FYE and then go back to her place. After hanging for a while, I meet up with Tebo. She and I go see Across the Universe (Good, but trippy), and have sugar-free Coldstone. I go back to Kristin's for some Midnight Frisbee.
We had fun with that for about 30 minutes, then go to Coffee Call. We have fun with powdered sugar and watch the table near us make tribal symbols on their faces with it, and then go play with WalMart buggies in the parking lot, which Addie recorded!! From there, we try to break into the Long Fieldhouse, but alas, LSU has actually done a good job with making it impenetrable. We talk for a while, and I come home.
I jumped on the net as usual, and then I see a picture of someone who I really should not be seeing right now. I go spinning into my instant-depression mode, and now I want a hot bath and a few drinks. I know this isn't how I'm supposed to handle things, and I know it's been too long to still be caught up in this shit, but for some reason, this is a hurdle that is too high and I cannot get over it. I think it's getting in the way of other things in my life and I don't know what to do about it.
We all have regrets.
I've been sick-ish for the better part of a week with a stomach virus that had me with a lot of loose bowels, running fever, not eating, and seriously hurting in the stomach areas. I'm finally almost over it, and that should make me excited and wanting to be active again, but I just want to curl up in my apartment and be alone. I realize this is not what I should do. I'm not depressed, I'm just in my hermit mode.
So today, I woke up wayyy late at 3. The sig other left at 10ish, and I swore to sleep just one more hour, but I woke up at 2:40. Good one, Russ. Jump out of bed, shower and all, and then get on the road and get Kristin. We listened to Hairspray and went to Target so I could pay my bill. We hopped over to Petland, and someone adopted my cat!! WOO HOOO! I'm really happy it found a home.
We head to FYE and then go back to her place. After hanging for a while, I meet up with Tebo. She and I go see Across the Universe (Good, but trippy), and have sugar-free Coldstone. I go back to Kristin's for some Midnight Frisbee.
We had fun with that for about 30 minutes, then go to Coffee Call. We have fun with powdered sugar and watch the table near us make tribal symbols on their faces with it, and then go play with WalMart buggies in the parking lot, which Addie recorded!! From there, we try to break into the Long Fieldhouse, but alas, LSU has actually done a good job with making it impenetrable. We talk for a while, and I come home.
I jumped on the net as usual, and then I see a picture of someone who I really should not be seeing right now. I go spinning into my instant-depression mode, and now I want a hot bath and a few drinks. I know this isn't how I'm supposed to handle things, and I know it's been too long to still be caught up in this shit, but for some reason, this is a hurdle that is too high and I cannot get over it. I think it's getting in the way of other things in my life and I don't know what to do about it.
We all have regrets.