Saltines taste like ass after a while.
Stomach viruses/food poisoning/whatever the hell this is... sucks.
Sucks sucks sucks sucks. Blah.
But, to remain the eternal optimist: the fact that I've had ginger ale and saltines for 36 hours means that my stomach has surely shrunk a good bit, which is always a good thing.
I had a really great conversation, okay, that's exaggerated, I had a decent conversation for about 45 minutes last night with my parents. I'll be going home for Thanksgiving Day, so, that's good, right? My sister and her husband are coming up from Charlotte, I still haven't resolved things with them... I guess I should drop an email or something before I get down there for that, because I don't want to deal with any stress/drama while I'm home (like I won't, but that's my goal).
I saw Jarhead the other night. I really enjoyed it. Not much of a general plot, as aleekza pointed out to me when we were catching up on the phone the other night.
It hit me the other night that this isn't going to be a normal Christmas for me, at all... just like my life isn't normal, at all now. I don't get a Christmas 'break'. I work many many hours a week and am on my feet all day, I have this fantastic job... but I'm not a student. My parents last night were talking about The Nordstrom Way and how I could make this into a career move. I don't want that. At least, not right now. I don't think... I don't know. There is a rarity of anything routine for me in life right now. I wish I had routine... I wish that I at least had that. But I don't and wishes don't work so I guess I have to live with what I've got, which is staying in the present but not losing sight of my dreams/plans for myself, right?
Okay, rants over.
Sucks sucks sucks sucks. Blah.
But, to remain the eternal optimist: the fact that I've had ginger ale and saltines for 36 hours means that my stomach has surely shrunk a good bit, which is always a good thing.
I had a really great conversation, okay, that's exaggerated, I had a decent conversation for about 45 minutes last night with my parents. I'll be going home for Thanksgiving Day, so, that's good, right? My sister and her husband are coming up from Charlotte, I still haven't resolved things with them... I guess I should drop an email or something before I get down there for that, because I don't want to deal with any stress/drama while I'm home (like I won't, but that's my goal).
I saw Jarhead the other night. I really enjoyed it. Not much of a general plot, as aleekza pointed out to me when we were catching up on the phone the other night.
It hit me the other night that this isn't going to be a normal Christmas for me, at all... just like my life isn't normal, at all now. I don't get a Christmas 'break'. I work many many hours a week and am on my feet all day, I have this fantastic job... but I'm not a student. My parents last night were talking about The Nordstrom Way and how I could make this into a career move. I don't want that. At least, not right now. I don't think... I don't know. There is a rarity of anything routine for me in life right now. I wish I had routine... I wish that I at least had that. But I don't and wishes don't work so I guess I have to live with what I've got, which is staying in the present but not losing sight of my dreams/plans for myself, right?
Okay, rants over.