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My teeth ache. I need to get them fixed, but I can't pay the deductible right now. Do you think I could go to my normal doctor and ask for pain medicine, just to hold me over?
And while you're doling out the advice, here are a few more questions I need answered:
Should I quit my job? Should I run away, and if so, to where? Should I pack some things, or should I leave everything behind? Am I really happier on my own? Am I still in love? Where do baby oboes come from? What is the question to the answer of Life, The Universe and Everything? Why has LJ yet to delete my journal? Long or short, brown blonde or both or red or black like my soul? Is there anything much worse than sandpaper to the face? Where will I be a year from now?
Today was lame. First of all, I wake up from terrible dreams (about being pregnant and everybody wanting to kill my baby) to a freezing room and a splitting headache. So I called in to work. A snoozy morning and a few shovelfuls of dirt later and Fiver and I get in a big old fight that makes me hate him. So I'm miserable for the next few hours, which entails crying in the car and generally being whiny and sad. I eventually made dinner, which worked out really well considering we didn't really have food to start with. Then I tried to carve a pumpkin, but I fucked it up so I threw it in the back yard.
All in all, I'd be more suicidal right now if Fiver hadn't brought me cream of wheat.
Oh, and Caven was watching the Spirit on his computer. Despite my inhibitions, it was a really good movie. Reynolds and Ingrid give it two thumbs up!
Yeah, it's the soothing things I really want right now, but half of those things make my eyes tear up when I think of them.
Sweet dreams.
And while you're doling out the advice, here are a few more questions I need answered:
Should I quit my job? Should I run away, and if so, to where? Should I pack some things, or should I leave everything behind? Am I really happier on my own? Am I still in love? Where do baby oboes come from? What is the question to the answer of Life, The Universe and Everything? Why has LJ yet to delete my journal? Long or short, brown blonde or both or red or black like my soul? Is there anything much worse than sandpaper to the face? Where will I be a year from now?
Today was lame. First of all, I wake up from terrible dreams (about being pregnant and everybody wanting to kill my baby) to a freezing room and a splitting headache. So I called in to work. A snoozy morning and a few shovelfuls of dirt later and Fiver and I get in a big old fight that makes me hate him. So I'm miserable for the next few hours, which entails crying in the car and generally being whiny and sad. I eventually made dinner, which worked out really well considering we didn't really have food to start with. Then I tried to carve a pumpkin, but I fucked it up so I threw it in the back yard.
All in all, I'd be more suicidal right now if Fiver hadn't brought me cream of wheat.
Oh, and Caven was watching the Spirit on his computer. Despite my inhibitions, it was a really good movie. Reynolds and Ingrid give it two thumbs up!
Yeah, it's the soothing things I really want right now, but half of those things make my eyes tear up when I think of them.
Sweet dreams.