An odd recovery.

Jul 26, 2014 15:30

This is my first weekend off since April or something. This never happens when I have a job, but it's the trade-off I get for that twelve-hour shift and all the hard-work I tend to put in.
I am a well-received person, and I can be around for about 30 hours a week and still be loved.
Of course, yesterday was a different story and I totally snapped.
I stand by it being justifiable, but my normally friendly and sociable personality is not something my reputation completely possesses at this point.
The cough is almost gone to the point where I've considered running today.
I will probably just do that tomorrow.
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I had a dream involving Hypatia yesterday. She hinted at being willing to give me another chance. My dreams have been rather cruel as of late. This hasn't been the first time lately that my mind has been an ass to me while I've slept.
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My grandfather died just a few days ago. It's an unfortunate thing and not something I'd prefer to put too much thought on. Given the whole him having dementia thing, it's worth noting that he supposedly died in his sleep. That's not something all are going to face. Death is inevitable, but a painless one seems rare.
All in all, it seems like one crappy thing just gets followed by another.
I just don't want to think of anything. I want to work and go about the same routine and never process another thought.

obsessions, death, health, work, jogging

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