I'm sick. It sucks. Right now I'm fantasizing about a throat transplant since mine is so raw. I keep sneezing and coughing. I'm used to allergies, not colds. I might sneeze a lot from the cats, but they don't make me cough to hurting muscles and set my throat ablaze ( Read more... )

I am so sick of Foley prancing around whatever the fuck it is he wants to say. I am even more sick of his trying to micro-manage me ( Read more... )

I'M 25 TODAY!!

YAY FOR BIRTHDAYS!!

I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M SO EXCITED, BUT I AM!!!

I slept really poorly last night. Itching woke me up something fierce. And all day my legs have been a ball of itchy fire. I was able to get an appointment with a dermatologist today. I was so scared. When I was waiting for her to come in, I started crying because I was so nervous. She was really nice. Treating my legs with the eczema stuff ( Read more... )

Had a bad dream last night. My parents were outside my apartment. I was going to run out the back door but couldn't find my keys or a matching pair of shoes. They had keys to the apt and wouldn't leave. I kept saying "What are you doing here? I want you to leave." I ran to an al-anon meeting, which my mother followed me to. I was irritated ( Read more... )

If someone told me that is crack is
an ingredient in Girl Scout Cookies to make you addicted to them, I would believe it.
And if they told me real, live Girl Scouts
were also an ingredient, it probably wouldn't deter me from eating them by the box.

The Cats sent me a Valentine's Day card! No, seriously. It came in the mail. The return address is "The Cats". The postmark is Chicago. The card is "For My Person With Love" but every My and I are crossed out to say Our and We. I have no idea who sent it on their behalf! What a mysterious surprize!

Last night Scott came over. He made me dinner. When I walked in the door there were a dozen roses on the table and my house smelled nice and he did a little cleaning (no more computer cords on the floor!). Dinner was followed by cuddling and a nap. He decided to go home instead of trying to spend the night. I'm not sure why I feel tired since ( Read more... )

So tired. Feel like shit. Went to bed at 11. Scott was over. All night I woke up iching worse than I've ever itched. At 2 or so we were both up. He kept grabbing my hands to make me stop scratching. He couldn't breathe. Decided to go home after an hour of being up. Was up until after 4 or so. Oversnoozed. No shower. Arms still itch ( Read more... )

I finally went to the doctor for the itching that has been plaguing me for years. It sounds silly to be miserable for so long without doing anything about it aside from trying almost everything the anti-itch/moisturize aisle had to offer. The simplest explanation I have is that I was pretty convinced it was all in my head. My mom never seemed to ( Read more... )