my house is messy
I don't feel in control of the housecleaning...I feel like it's got control over me! Days of hobbling around to do chores, my hips feeling like they are gonna fall off. I've been procrastinating on seeing a doctor for a while now, but it's just so freaking difficult to get around to get there. Now I have to see a doctor.
According to a ovulation calculator I should be about 4 weeks along. Now to go to get tested is the tricky part. For one thing, I don't know where these places are. Yeah, I guess I could look and find out, but I've always hated the research part of it all... lol
So now I will dub me...COMPLAINT CENTRAL.
Here's how it works, find something or a bunch of things to rant about
Complain to me. I complain all of the time on my journal so now I invite all of YOUR complaints. Come one, come all, come give me your worst.
myspace pissed me off several days ago. I took well over an hour to type out a well thought out essay of sorts on why kids are the way they are today. I was proud of it. Then I go to click on send and it clicks on the mood scroll instead and then the whole page just goes away. So there I sat in disbelief and disappointment. I didn't bother to try to retype it again, it wouldn't have done the first one justice. Since then, I've been avoiding my messengers and my phone. I'm a cycler who goes from one extreme to the other and goes in cycles. In one cycle, I will be friendly and nice and all that and then for a while I will shy away and that could go on for a while with me. One time, the recluse phase lasted a year. I completely cut myself off from society.
It didn't feel very nice, so now I like to be more involved with others, taking my periods of rest whenever I can. I'm not even capable of conversation anyway. I can't talk/think very well right now.
According to a ovulation calculator I should be about 4 weeks along. Now to go to get tested is the tricky part. For one thing, I don't know where these places are. Yeah, I guess I could look and find out, but I've always hated the research part of it all... lol
So now I will dub me...COMPLAINT CENTRAL.
Here's how it works, find something or a bunch of things to rant about
Complain to me. I complain all of the time on my journal so now I invite all of YOUR complaints. Come one, come all, come give me your worst.
myspace pissed me off several days ago. I took well over an hour to type out a well thought out essay of sorts on why kids are the way they are today. I was proud of it. Then I go to click on send and it clicks on the mood scroll instead and then the whole page just goes away. So there I sat in disbelief and disappointment. I didn't bother to try to retype it again, it wouldn't have done the first one justice. Since then, I've been avoiding my messengers and my phone. I'm a cycler who goes from one extreme to the other and goes in cycles. In one cycle, I will be friendly and nice and all that and then for a while I will shy away and that could go on for a while with me. One time, the recluse phase lasted a year. I completely cut myself off from society.
It didn't feel very nice, so now I like to be more involved with others, taking my periods of rest whenever I can. I'm not even capable of conversation anyway. I can't talk/think very well right now.