Update: plague = 10-year-old Elskan
So I updated my site, elskan.com. This time it's a rant about what a little prat I can be when I'm sick and an apology to a couple people who got some of the foul temper. Sorry you two.
Anyhow you can view the content and/or comment here if you like.
March 04, 2008: Onle Little Plague and I Become a 10-Year-Old
When I get ill-I mean, really ill sick-I turn into a little boy. I whine, I pout, I get six ways to bitchy and generally have to spend most of my sickness curtailing how much I blubber and try to occupy myself with small tasks so that I don't drive other people crazy (or myself, for that matter). My brain goes into 8-year-old mode and it's tough for me to monitor my behavior.
That said, I still think I do a fair job not overdoing it. I monitor myself fairly well and can usually keep the whines and irritability to a dull edge. However, that doesn't mean I'm very good at coping with actual emotional strain and sometimes I'll struggle to maintain some veneer of rationality and stability. If confronted with sheer disregard... if someone makes commitments and then utterly ignores those commitments and my feelings, I can lose it a little.
And yet, even with that in mind I have to apologize to my Love. I'm sorry, Mandy-Love, for being so difficult last night. I was hurt, miserable and emotional and went a little overboard with my reaction. And thank you, for your apology, but more so for your forgiveness and the desire to keep letting us work things out together. I Love you, Anima Mia.
Moss, I hope you understand and that I didn't muck things up too badly.
Everyone else... screw you, I'm sick. Wah. Alright, not "screw you" but... wah.
/me trundles off to cuddle the Mandy-Love and hope for a healthier tomorrow.
Nite nite, kids.
~ Brent Elskan