I miss my boy.

I may have reached the saddest most pathetic point of my life.

I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaack!

Here I am, a week later... still sick. Just a different kinda sick. I'm not sure which type I prefer. Did I prefer the hacking, sneezing, sniffly, headache, sore throat, fever cold... or the headache, earache, hacking, pressurized, sniffly, sinus infection ( Read more... )

In the middle of the night, at 4:00ish in the A.M. for the past week, I wake up as soon as my Dayquil/Nyquil dose wears off. The last couple times, I've succeeded in popping some Dayquil and going back to bed. Today, I only have one dose of Dayquil left. Lots of Nyquil, though. How bad is it gonna be when I'm taking Nyquil at 4:30 AM and have to be ( Read more... )

Ok, so I AM sick. Not a good time for it. Oh well. I'll deal with it.

I have a splitting headache. I have a sore throat. My eyes hurt. My mouth is dry. My whole body aches ( Read more... )

I hate worrying about money. But, I suppose, if no one had to worry about money, there would be even less incentive for people to work, or, for most people, none whatsoever ( Read more... )

Today, a 3 year old boy grabbed a milk carton out of the hands of a 4 year old girl and began to run around the room while the girl chased him. As I stood to attempt to discipline the boy, he ceased running, looked up at me, and, before I could think of what to do next, turned the milk carton upside-down, spilling milk all over the floor ( Read more... )

I wish my big toe would heal itself. So I was jumping on a trampoline utterly intoxicated and fell off and then got back on and then fell off and then got back on and then fell off on my toe. I didn't feel it at the time. Why does it still hurt 7 months later? Same deal with my shoulder: hurt it carrying one too many trays loaded up with way too ( Read more... )