He was some boogie woogie bugle boy.
After such a wonderful weekend, I have hit a low point today.
I mean, it wasn't necessarily a bad day. I woke up late and was very tired for most of the day. There were lots of happy, fun moments, but mostly I just felt weary, like I was dragging. Tired, tired, tired. Incurably tired.
And my throat is very sore. I have enough of a voice to talk, and it's scratchy. Ugghhh.
Also I happened to notice (since he's still on my Top Friends on Facebook) that Phil changed his profile picture, and that was enough to remind me of him and incite a whole fresh wave of Phil-angst. His birthday is this Saturday. I wonder if he still wants me to meet his parents? Probably not, not that it matters.
Tim wants to go on a specifically planned, one-on-one date.
Joe was blown away by my gown tonight.
Why in hellfire has all this happened now? Why do they want me now? Why is he still affecting me? Why can't it all be gone? Why can't I just stay happy? Why isn't it break yet? Why, why, why?
Gahhhhh.
I mean, it wasn't necessarily a bad day. I woke up late and was very tired for most of the day. There were lots of happy, fun moments, but mostly I just felt weary, like I was dragging. Tired, tired, tired. Incurably tired.
And my throat is very sore. I have enough of a voice to talk, and it's scratchy. Ugghhh.
Also I happened to notice (since he's still on my Top Friends on Facebook) that Phil changed his profile picture, and that was enough to remind me of him and incite a whole fresh wave of Phil-angst. His birthday is this Saturday. I wonder if he still wants me to meet his parents? Probably not, not that it matters.
Tim wants to go on a specifically planned, one-on-one date.
Joe was blown away by my gown tonight.
Why in hellfire has all this happened now? Why do they want me now? Why is he still affecting me? Why can't it all be gone? Why can't I just stay happy? Why isn't it break yet? Why, why, why?
Gahhhhh.