the title says it all, i suppose. but i will elaborate for those few that are intrigued. i've been sick for a week. i hate the feeling. its not bad enough to go to the doctor or call out from work (lord knows i don't want to have to make up another day with another weekend night...), its just enough to make me feel ruddy and sleepy. i laid in bed all day watching as time goes by. one of my favorite british comedies. its quite good and i recommend it to any of you that love that kind of dry & witty humor. was hoping to get to church, but i really felt it was important to relax for the day, try and recoup as much as possible before the beginning of another week. i didn't have a full weekend you see.
yesterday i felt like laying in bed all day too, but i went to coffee with becky and kim instead. that was very nice and then i came home and my parents came to visit. they stayed for about an hour. it was nice having them over. i do love living close by to them. then i had work at 4pm and worked till nearly 1am. my employer and her husband went to see rush. jealous. would have been awesome to see them. i reckon there won't be too many of those concerts. they are getting kind of ancient. at least for the rock and roll scene. but who knows, ozzy osbourne is still sort of kicking... anyway. last week went by ever so slow. even though i didn't have a monday.
i feel stuck. we went on vacation and while i didn't work, we did SO much stuff that i didn't feel like it was a vacation at all. don't get me wrong, it was wonderful to get away from maryland for a bit and to visit family and friends. but there was so much to do, so many people to visit at different times, parties to go to and such. when we came home, i had 4 hours until i had to get up and go straight to work. so oddly enough, it doesn't feel like i've had a vacation. i feel like i'm at a stalemate. work has so many ups & downs its as if my job is bipolar. when i come home, i feel as if i'm still under someones thumb and i'm not truly free. we share a kitchen with our other house mates, which in the grand scheme of things, is not that bad. but in reality, being me, its frustrating. i want to experiment with food, i want to bake things, i want to be free to wake up at a weird hour of the night and make cake or cookies if i so feel like it, but i can't, at the risk of waking people. no, i don't think i'd really do that but its the idea of being able to if i wanted to.
i don't have the energy these days to go to the gym, my last period was july 16 and every pregnancy test i take is negative (which i suppose is a good thing since i drank a little too much alcohol on our trip in california) and that is like salt in a wound. i want more romance in my life, i want to sing but have no outlet. i feel like i'm stuck. i'm sick, stuck and sad. its taken me way too long to write this, as its gotten quite personal and i think i'm opening myself up to more vulnerability. i think i will stop. so byebye.
yesterday i felt like laying in bed all day too, but i went to coffee with becky and kim instead. that was very nice and then i came home and my parents came to visit. they stayed for about an hour. it was nice having them over. i do love living close by to them. then i had work at 4pm and worked till nearly 1am. my employer and her husband went to see rush. jealous. would have been awesome to see them. i reckon there won't be too many of those concerts. they are getting kind of ancient. at least for the rock and roll scene. but who knows, ozzy osbourne is still sort of kicking... anyway. last week went by ever so slow. even though i didn't have a monday.
i feel stuck. we went on vacation and while i didn't work, we did SO much stuff that i didn't feel like it was a vacation at all. don't get me wrong, it was wonderful to get away from maryland for a bit and to visit family and friends. but there was so much to do, so many people to visit at different times, parties to go to and such. when we came home, i had 4 hours until i had to get up and go straight to work. so oddly enough, it doesn't feel like i've had a vacation. i feel like i'm at a stalemate. work has so many ups & downs its as if my job is bipolar. when i come home, i feel as if i'm still under someones thumb and i'm not truly free. we share a kitchen with our other house mates, which in the grand scheme of things, is not that bad. but in reality, being me, its frustrating. i want to experiment with food, i want to bake things, i want to be free to wake up at a weird hour of the night and make cake or cookies if i so feel like it, but i can't, at the risk of waking people. no, i don't think i'd really do that but its the idea of being able to if i wanted to.
i don't have the energy these days to go to the gym, my last period was july 16 and every pregnancy test i take is negative (which i suppose is a good thing since i drank a little too much alcohol on our trip in california) and that is like salt in a wound. i want more romance in my life, i want to sing but have no outlet. i feel like i'm stuck. i'm sick, stuck and sad. its taken me way too long to write this, as its gotten quite personal and i think i'm opening myself up to more vulnerability. i think i will stop. so byebye.