Bored...
I'm bored...It seems like I never have anything to talk about here anymore. Guess I'm just not that interesting...lol I think it's just weird cause when I first got this journal, pretty much everyone on my friends list was a Buffy/Angel fan, and I could gab about the show endlessly and people would care. But now, I'm really not that into the fandom anymore. The shows are over, there's nothing new to talk about, and let's face it, talk about my life isn't all that thought provoking...lol I guess it's just sorta sad that my journal is kind of a wasteland now. I'm into some other stuff now, but it's not the kind of stuff that most of you are into (I can tell by reading my f-list) so I figure why post about that? lol And I don't seem to be into the same TV shows that everyone else likes, so I can't join in on the 'hot' topics lately. It's a little lonely now... Just a little observation on this boring Saturday...
Anyway, just for kicks, here's a stupid dream I had last night, of which I have NO IDEA where it came from...lol I dreamt that I was hired as some kind of assistant/nursemaid to Paul Stanley of Kiss. He was showing me around his mansion, and took me into this bizarre dungeon type room (and NO it wasn't kinky! Thank god!) but in the dungeon he had all of his Kiss costumes and makeup on display like it was a museum. Then he had this rack of Hawaiian shirts that he said he collected. Then suddenly we are in a hotel and he's going through heroin withdrawal, and apparently it's my job to tend to him and make him comfortable. I'm setting out all these medical supplies and he's shaking and shivering in this chair. Then out of nowehere, Jessica Alba bursts in and starts shooting at us. I grab Paul's hand and try to run, but he's so sick he can't move fast. She chases us out to the hallway and I'm waiting for the elevator when she shoots me in the hand. Then I wake up. Is that not the stupidest dream ever??? It's not like I'm even a Kiss fan or ever think about Paul Stanley, or Jessica Alba for that matter! lol Very weird stuff....
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot to mention...Yesterday I found out that I have an ulcer. Yay! I've not been feeling good pysically for a few weeks, and Thursday night I seriously thought I was dying. It felt like someone standing on my stomach. The pain was constant for an hour and half and went right through to my back. I worried I was having a heart attack, cause sometimes they say women feel like it's a stomach ache and not a heart thing. And the fact that the pain was in the middle of my chest, towards the left side, really worried the hell out of me. The doctor said it was likely an ulcer and gave me some medicine, blood tests and I'm scheduled for an ultrasound. She also said if I had another episode like Thursday I should go to the ER. The weird thing is, I've been under SO much fucking stress for so long, and right now, the last few weeks, I've been the happiest that I've been in years. I was feeling pretty damn good mentally. And then bam! NOW I have an ulcer?? Shouldn't I have gotten that a year ago?? lol I guess it's a cumulative thing...At least I hope it's just an ulcer and not something else. I guess I'll know more once I have the ultrasound. But it just sucks that I've finally gotten myself out of my depression, and now physically my body starts to collapse. Can't I just be healthy all around for a change?? GRRR...
Anyway, just for kicks, here's a stupid dream I had last night, of which I have NO IDEA where it came from...lol I dreamt that I was hired as some kind of assistant/nursemaid to Paul Stanley of Kiss. He was showing me around his mansion, and took me into this bizarre dungeon type room (and NO it wasn't kinky! Thank god!) but in the dungeon he had all of his Kiss costumes and makeup on display like it was a museum. Then he had this rack of Hawaiian shirts that he said he collected. Then suddenly we are in a hotel and he's going through heroin withdrawal, and apparently it's my job to tend to him and make him comfortable. I'm setting out all these medical supplies and he's shaking and shivering in this chair. Then out of nowehere, Jessica Alba bursts in and starts shooting at us. I grab Paul's hand and try to run, but he's so sick he can't move fast. She chases us out to the hallway and I'm waiting for the elevator when she shoots me in the hand. Then I wake up. Is that not the stupidest dream ever??? It's not like I'm even a Kiss fan or ever think about Paul Stanley, or Jessica Alba for that matter! lol Very weird stuff....
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot to mention...Yesterday I found out that I have an ulcer. Yay! I've not been feeling good pysically for a few weeks, and Thursday night I seriously thought I was dying. It felt like someone standing on my stomach. The pain was constant for an hour and half and went right through to my back. I worried I was having a heart attack, cause sometimes they say women feel like it's a stomach ache and not a heart thing. And the fact that the pain was in the middle of my chest, towards the left side, really worried the hell out of me. The doctor said it was likely an ulcer and gave me some medicine, blood tests and I'm scheduled for an ultrasound. She also said if I had another episode like Thursday I should go to the ER. The weird thing is, I've been under SO much fucking stress for so long, and right now, the last few weeks, I've been the happiest that I've been in years. I was feeling pretty damn good mentally. And then bam! NOW I have an ulcer?? Shouldn't I have gotten that a year ago?? lol I guess it's a cumulative thing...At least I hope it's just an ulcer and not something else. I guess I'll know more once I have the ultrasound. But it just sucks that I've finally gotten myself out of my depression, and now physically my body starts to collapse. Can't I just be healthy all around for a change?? GRRR...