I start my new job tomorrow at 10AM sharp but I will probably have to leave around 7:30 or earlier because my borrowing my mom's company's car hasn't happened yet so she has to drive me... or I have to drive her... either one.
Joe's been sick, he thinks he's dying... he's running a fever and he's nauseous all the time. I read to him until he fell asleep. Reading aloud woke me up more than tired me. I'm not thinking about what the book was talking about (anthrax)... I'm more thinking about why I can't sleep.
So basically, right now I'm just doing all of the things I can do now that I had been planning on doing in the morning... like make lunches, pick out my clothes, and straighten the front of my hair (there's no point in straightening the back because it's probably raining tomorrow, so really, there's no point in straightening any of it).
drinking water is easier than I thought. I mean getting the 8 glasses. I don't know. normally I choose kool-aid over water but lately I don't want anything but water.
Joe made some super good stir fry earlier.
I don't want to drink more water right now because I want to fall asleep and not piss myself.
i hate my bed. it makes my entire life hurt.
my face hurts really bad (yes, it's killing you) especially in the eyes and nose. I have a crappy headache for sure.
I wish I just had a searing pain in one place instead of the dullest grinding pain everywhere.
I hope Kelsi's feeling better. I wish I hadn't been so antsy all day so I could have stayed and talked to her more... but, alas, when every muscle hurts I just don't feel like having light radiated into my eyes.
like right now... I think as much as I can't stand my bed, it's gotta be better than this.
I don't understand long journal entries anymore. I think the easiest thing to talk about in length is heart ache or just any romantic anxiety. Whether or not that exists or will exist in my life is irrelevant because I don't even want to discuss that topic publicly any longer. I still want to write something substantial about something. I just can't think of anything anymore.
I haven't really been outside in a while. I mean, I haven't hung out outside. It seems rather nice out today and would be a good day for me to go out but I am perpetually needing to clean because I just always seem to fall asleep before I can pick up the sponge or fold the shirt. I think what I will do is get dressed and open all of the blinds and most of the windows. This place really needs to get aired out.
I'm back on my House, MD kick. It's pretty much all I feel like watching. I've missed most of season 2 so I hope I will remember to watch tonight (on Fox at 8/9.. check your local listings). Perhaps I will record it for Joe. It's nice when everyone in the house is into the same things as you. Well... it's usually nice... sometimes it sucks because you're like "hey, get off my shit, okay?" but this isn't one of those times. It's just nice that I can sit in a car with Joe or my mom and we can listen to Birdhouse in Your Soul and everyone's smiles. And it's double nice that I can sit down with either of them and watch like 3 episodes of House in a row.
Well... that's really all I can think of for now. I am rather tired. Sadly. I'm often tired. I think I need to see a chiropractor/reflexologist.
I'm posting this on myspace too... birds and stones, people.