Right...
My mom decided to surprise me and fly out here for my birthday, she was standing at the bar when I walked into The Plow for my birthday and my brain registered it was her, but I just couldn't figure it out.
We've had a nice visit, but she goes home tomorrow morning. This is ok though, because too much time together causes serious problems and I'll be back at her place in 18 days anyway. Looking forward to shopping and snowboarding, but not looking forward to the cold and the flight, as you all know, I hate to fly.
Saba is in the vets this morning, he hurt his bad leg and they need to sedate him so that they can do some x-rays, poor boo. He was so sad when I left this morning, his brow wrinkled up and he was like "where the hell are you going, bad mom!".
I am again sinking into one of those uncreative, unresponsive periods. I want to write, and I have things bottled up in my mind that aren't formulating into ideas that can be transfered onto this screen, but I am trying.
I feel a bit like space and time are shrinking in around me, and it is making it hard for me to breathe. I need a walk and some fresh air, by myself.
I cried for an hour in my sleep last night, so Simon said, but I just felt so frustrated.
Tonight I need to get two things done for school, this will help anyway, with the stress.
My stomach hurts bad, I think it is the flu again!
We've had a nice visit, but she goes home tomorrow morning. This is ok though, because too much time together causes serious problems and I'll be back at her place in 18 days anyway. Looking forward to shopping and snowboarding, but not looking forward to the cold and the flight, as you all know, I hate to fly.
Saba is in the vets this morning, he hurt his bad leg and they need to sedate him so that they can do some x-rays, poor boo. He was so sad when I left this morning, his brow wrinkled up and he was like "where the hell are you going, bad mom!".
I am again sinking into one of those uncreative, unresponsive periods. I want to write, and I have things bottled up in my mind that aren't formulating into ideas that can be transfered onto this screen, but I am trying.
I feel a bit like space and time are shrinking in around me, and it is making it hard for me to breathe. I need a walk and some fresh air, by myself.
I cried for an hour in my sleep last night, so Simon said, but I just felt so frustrated.
Tonight I need to get two things done for school, this will help anyway, with the stress.
My stomach hurts bad, I think it is the flu again!