Well, it was Chris's birthday on the seventeenth. I did my very best to make it a wonderful day for him. I made him breakfast and cleaned the house, and he enjoyed the card and present I got for him. We went out to eat at Friday's, since that's his favorite restaurant and you get ten dollars off if it's your birthday. It was funny since we'd ( Read more... )

It's become an increasingly serious issue these past few weeks - I might even say months. I can't really tell how gradually it's been growing from the, well, familiarly high levels it was at before. I just know that it is effecting me more often, more intensely, and more irrationally. And I don't know what to do about it ( Read more... )

Chris looked at me from across the room, and he wouldn't smile. I said, "What? What's wrong?" He looked at me and I saw his eyebrows twitch, his eyes narrow slightly. I narrowed mine in confusion and maybe a little wariness. I asked again, "What's wrong ( Read more... )

I had to come back and add this note to the previous entry, because my thoughts were rushing and I didn't finish saying this, and now I can't get it out of my head ( Read more... )

It keeps happening ( Read more... )

I suppose making the title past tense is a bit ominous, but I choose not to care ( Read more... )

There's nothing for it, so far this day has just been plain silly. Chris thought he had to work in the morning today, so he left around eight fifteen to be there for eight thirty. I stayed awake for a little bit, and then of course went back to sleep. (We were up late again last night because we just can't get enough of Cops or Beach Patrol. ^_ ( Read more... )

The past two days Chris was really depressed-tense-anxious. It was hard, because I was feeling much the same. And I always feel so useless; when I'm upset, he always seems to know how to help me, even if it takes a few tries. But I feel like I never know what to do, and it makes me feel like I don't know how to love him enough. He uber cleaned ( Read more... )

Well, for whatever reason, I am now sick again. Throat, nose, head... bleh ( Read more... )

Last night didn't get much better. I spent most of it sitting on the floor with my back against the dresser, staring blankly at the TV, flipping channels. This lasted until after three thirty. Then I finally turned it onto an episode of Texas Hold 'Em Finals I'd already seen, and climbed into bed. The rest of my night was just as restless, I ( Read more... )