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thursday. ya know, having just said that, i wonder why the weekend is such a big deal. yeah, i don�t have to work, but it is not like i get to just sleep all day & sip coffee in bed while watching cartoons & eating take-out. if my son is in a good mood he may let us sleep all the way to 8am� wow, more rest than a man can stand. most weekends are spent just like the weeks are, running errands, taking care of things around the house, just doing the stuff of everyday life. & it is not like i�m just remembering the wonderful weekends of my youth� this is the first job i�ve had where i don�t have to work weekends. (for the most part) so why the drive for the weekend? how the hell should i know? i�m just spouting here. it has been a strange day. woke this morning feeling a little bet better than yesterday, only to be hit by a barrage of people telling me that i �look like shit� or �sound like shit� or �boy, you look & sound like hell.� gee, i thought i was doing better. i�ve got a sinus infection & i was hoping it would just run its course & go away in a week or so. but with all the comments this morning i finally caved in & called the doctor who has put me on antibiotics. at least it will clear this thing up & i can stop looking like shit. a friend of mine wrote to tell me that, not only did she find this diary, but she read every single entry from start to finish. six hours worth. man, that is more �me� than even i want to deal with. i�m blown away. she now knows more about me than i think i do. i�m going to feel so naked the next time i see her. on the flipside is knowing that someone was interested enough to read it all. that�s very cool. that makes my day. (& it is someone i respect & think very highly of, so the cool factor is up there for me) so much more to write about but no time to do it. i�ll write more tomorrow. hope you all have a good evening. be well. |
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