Therapy?
This week has been sort of messed up. I was supposed to be sort of productive, but got set back by getting the most relentless cold ever. It wasn't even that it was a particularly bad cold, just endless. I still can't shake it actually.
Inspired by my sister's decision (gig?) to clean the house, I thought it would be a good idea to switch rooms. I needed more space and a cleaner room and this seemed like a good way to do it. I guess that went all right. I'm in the new room with more space and it's definitely better, but I still need to finish tidying up and moving some small things. That was on Friday. I think I felt a lot better on Friday while doing these things.
But then yesterday I was sick again. Work was miserable. We're getting into our summer season. I think I need to plan a vacation soon. Last night I was supposed to help my sister (and others) paint my old room and finish some cleaning stuff, but I felt so blah. I didn't really do anything. Just lied in bed and then went online for a while. Eventually I bought tacos for people so they'd go away for a while. And then we watched The Aviator and a let a puppy attack us until Max put her in her place.
I think I wanted to have a breakdown yesterday. I think I want to have a breakdown every day. Something feels very very wrong with me right now. Everything feels wrong. But if everything is wrong, then nothing is wrong. And everything is pointless. And pointless feels wrong. Does that make sense?
I dreaded coming to work today, but I managed. I still feel a little sick, but nothing too bad. A man who stayed here last night punched through his window in his room. And threw a chair through the wall. He was a groom. He got married today. Hearing of his breakdown made me feel a bit better. His father has paid $1000 to fix the room and may be paying more yet.
What else is going on?
Saw and like Episode III.
Leigh went back to California.
I'm continuing to live my boring life.
Uh, buy things from my store.
P.S. I totally renamed my journal with this emo-sounding thing I said to Tina the other day. Check it out:
I've always been a sucker for sexy propaganda...
Just show me some leg while you tell me your lies.
Inspired by my sister's decision (gig?) to clean the house, I thought it would be a good idea to switch rooms. I needed more space and a cleaner room and this seemed like a good way to do it. I guess that went all right. I'm in the new room with more space and it's definitely better, but I still need to finish tidying up and moving some small things. That was on Friday. I think I felt a lot better on Friday while doing these things.
But then yesterday I was sick again. Work was miserable. We're getting into our summer season. I think I need to plan a vacation soon. Last night I was supposed to help my sister (and others) paint my old room and finish some cleaning stuff, but I felt so blah. I didn't really do anything. Just lied in bed and then went online for a while. Eventually I bought tacos for people so they'd go away for a while. And then we watched The Aviator and a let a puppy attack us until Max put her in her place.
I think I wanted to have a breakdown yesterday. I think I want to have a breakdown every day. Something feels very very wrong with me right now. Everything feels wrong. But if everything is wrong, then nothing is wrong. And everything is pointless. And pointless feels wrong. Does that make sense?
I dreaded coming to work today, but I managed. I still feel a little sick, but nothing too bad. A man who stayed here last night punched through his window in his room. And threw a chair through the wall. He was a groom. He got married today. Hearing of his breakdown made me feel a bit better. His father has paid $1000 to fix the room and may be paying more yet.
What else is going on?
Saw and like Episode III.
Leigh went back to California.
I'm continuing to live my boring life.
Uh, buy things from my store.
P.S. I totally renamed my journal with this emo-sounding thing I said to Tina the other day. Check it out:
I've always been a sucker for sexy propaganda...
Just show me some leg while you tell me your lies.