Too Much Information
Good morning.
Onto yet another blog. Now this one I am thinking has got to be fiction. Who lives like this? Furthermore who would want to tell the world this stuff? I mean, there is some information that is just way too personal, who would share this? I have a funny feeling this is just the tip of the iceberg. There is probably so much worse out there. They talk about being a writer too and that is just laughable. Yet I am sucked in, I keep reading the next entry. The sad thing is, some of it does ring true. I myself have memories of some very desperate times in my life. But I can assure you that in those desperate times, there is no way in hell I could have afforded a computer and internet service! Thats one thing that makes it sound untrue. It's more like some amatuer fiction writer. I don't know what to think of this one. I'll keep reading.
Its STILL flurrying.
Eddie kept me awake half the night. He's not happy to snuggle beside you, he has to be ON you. Ugh.
I ran out of my new medication about a week ago and haven't had $45 to get more. The doctor told me I could go there for more samples to tie me over in that case, but I haven't done that either. I don't want to be out driving on those snowy roads. Its the opposite direction of the town where we go shopping and everything. Maybe today. I really do feel the difference. And I'm not supposed to stop and start taking it. I wonder if a week without it will mean taking it like I'm starting over, once a day for a week and then twice a day? I don't know. Guess I'll have to ask.
This last couple of weeks has been quite Twilight Zone-ish. Suddenly having no money. Suddenly having Hubby home all the time. Having no medication. The constant snow. Suddenly having another dog in the house. Its been weird.
Little R finally came home from the sleep over around 6 last night, sheesh.
Aww shit, I JUST remembered its garbage day! I have 2 weeks worth to get rid of. I'll only be able to put some of it out as we are limited to 3 bags a week. Damn, I have to get dressed and go out to do that NOW.
K, have a great day.
Onto yet another blog. Now this one I am thinking has got to be fiction. Who lives like this? Furthermore who would want to tell the world this stuff? I mean, there is some information that is just way too personal, who would share this? I have a funny feeling this is just the tip of the iceberg. There is probably so much worse out there. They talk about being a writer too and that is just laughable. Yet I am sucked in, I keep reading the next entry. The sad thing is, some of it does ring true. I myself have memories of some very desperate times in my life. But I can assure you that in those desperate times, there is no way in hell I could have afforded a computer and internet service! Thats one thing that makes it sound untrue. It's more like some amatuer fiction writer. I don't know what to think of this one. I'll keep reading.
Its STILL flurrying.
Eddie kept me awake half the night. He's not happy to snuggle beside you, he has to be ON you. Ugh.
I ran out of my new medication about a week ago and haven't had $45 to get more. The doctor told me I could go there for more samples to tie me over in that case, but I haven't done that either. I don't want to be out driving on those snowy roads. Its the opposite direction of the town where we go shopping and everything. Maybe today. I really do feel the difference. And I'm not supposed to stop and start taking it. I wonder if a week without it will mean taking it like I'm starting over, once a day for a week and then twice a day? I don't know. Guess I'll have to ask.
This last couple of weeks has been quite Twilight Zone-ish. Suddenly having no money. Suddenly having Hubby home all the time. Having no medication. The constant snow. Suddenly having another dog in the house. Its been weird.
Little R finally came home from the sleep over around 6 last night, sheesh.
Aww shit, I JUST remembered its garbage day! I have 2 weeks worth to get rid of. I'll only be able to put some of it out as we are limited to 3 bags a week. Damn, I have to get dressed and go out to do that NOW.
K, have a great day.
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