So.
So I am sick. From Spending the night in my car waiting for the repair place to open. Which they did not. So on thursday night, we spent (meg and I) from 9:45PM until 11:30 AM in my Car. At 1:30 AM it broke down at the maryland house rest stop, and I had to have it towed to Reisterstown. Where we proceded to wait with the car, all for naught. They opened briefly on saturday, to work on their own cars, and so we drove up and got my mothers car, and we gave them the keys to my car. Ha, and I drove lynn's Dodge 1500 Magnum V-8 (monster) of a truck. And it was beautiful. And so yes. It seems my friend shelby has moved out of her house. For reasons not quite clear to me. And Alissa is as usual sexually frustrated--so is Erika, so am I but I am sick, so it does not count. And yes. I feel so bad, because I have not been able to make Meg's stay in MD absolute and total fun. But she assures me that she is having fun. How you can have fun with an ill, vomiting hostess is beyond me. So Meg is a goddess for being such a good sport. My throat hurts SO bad I can't really even swallow. Fuck. And John had yet another fight with his father, and he and his girlfriend broke up--but they are friends now, so I guess that is ok. He has only talked to Meg about his life since she and I have been together. So... But I will live. There is no point to him telling both of us when we are together anyway. But I would not complain if he were to call me to give the news. Oh well, I can't have everything--and I guess having Meg here is pretty damn good. It's better than that. So, right. I need to track down Shelby, via her godsend of a new cell-phone, so I can give her her Christmas present, and try to cheer her up. But this may have to wait until after the 11th, because on wenesday I am headed back to NJ, and I will be there until Saturday night. I hate being SICK. It sucks ass. (just incase no one realized this...) Yes. And that is basically my life. Last night Meg and I baked cupcakes, and watched movies. And who knows what we will do today. I would like to get some actual restful sleep. But, uhh, that's unlikely. I need to go to the supermarket and get that zinc throat spray stuff John had, because he assures me it works. OK, Speaking of that weasel. Guess what he did to me? Ok, so I am kindly and charitably driving his ass to Evan's (granted it was on my way...)and I have Christina on, and the song Beautiful comes on. And so Meg and I are singing. No biggie, right? Welllllll, not quite. I sang because I was under the impression that John was listening to other music. But when he realized that I was singing ( I had basically told him I would never do it in his presence, because my voice is crap and Ihave no control over it...)he turned his music off to furtively listen to me sing. That bastard. And then he was like, "you actually have a decent lower range..." Ugh. So now he has heard me sing. Which I wanted to avoid. Because he cannot help but judge when it comes to music. Which means a part of me that is in no way meant for public consumption, and which is not prepared for judgement, is not on the table for just such a purpose. UGH. That bastard. No offence to his mother, who gave me a big hug, out of nowhere, when we were leaving his house before the movie. She seems really nice. His dad on the other hand... Ugh. I won't get started. Mainly because it is John's saga, and not mine, so it would not be appropriate for me to discuss it here. So. I drove John to Evans and coerced him into hugging me in payment for driving him there. Haha, sucker. It was the least he could do considering his furtive attempt to listen to me sing. So that is John. On wednesday I am going back to NJ ( a DAY EARLY) so we can pick his ass up from Evan's and bring him...well, My guess is he will try to find somewhere besides home. So. That is a plus. And yeah. Meg and I have had SO much bonding time. And it's been great. She is all back together with her boyfriend. So. John, Amanda (who is in love with John), Brian and I are all single. I have no idea what my feelings are, and basically I am totally unwilling to discuss them at all, with anyone, for any reason. I am going to die a miserable old spinster. It's so sad. Why is there no-one(?) that I am attracted to. Sigh. Poor John, my "surrogate" boyfriend. It's really sad. He is the only male i have had physical contact with in the last 3 months. Except Nick, and hugging your ex when he brings by a Christmas present for you from his mother does not count. So poor John. I do not envy his duties. On the other hand, in his case I am more than willing to exchange worldly goods and services for his affection. Besides, he is bound to "love me forever" because I made him a peanut butter and fluff sandwich. And I plan on holding him to it, too. RAH. So that is my life. Yes. That it is. I don't know what else to tell you all. I need to get meds that will help me sleep. And I need to get that throat spray. And I need to feel better so that I can show my lovely guest a good time, rather than moping around the house all day. I am way to sick to be fun. Yet, by wednesday I must feel well enought to ride-- because that is the one thing Meg really wants to do while she is here. And we are going to try to go into DC. But my question for the day is: How can I blow my nose SO damn much, and take nasal decongestants, and still be totally stuffy, and still need to blow my nose. And my throat hurts. So I think I am going to go now. And drink hot tea, and take a bath. And try to sleep. Ok, people. I love you. And I am out. Call my cell if you want to find me.