Uhg… today has been terribly long and let’s face it- bland.
Nothing really happened at work. I went in, washed, waited, washed some more. Rinse and repeat through out the whole night. It’s one thing when we have a busy night, heck I would have loved to be swamped in comparison, or when we have a really slow night where I can sneak off with a good book in a snack but nights like this really suck. Too slow to make it go by quickly but just steady enough that every time I finish with something another ‘one’ rack of dishes comes in.
If I had any real perception of time I would have said it literally took forever but goodness knows I don’t have the attention span for those sort of things. So, I spent most of the night randomly walking around even though I had work to do and then coming back when there was enough to keep me entertained.
One good thing I can say that happened was one of the girls I work with, a busser just a year and a few months younger than myself, said she might be interested in joining my writing group. *does a tired happy dance* Other than that I think the only way I made it through today without screaming was because I spent most of it playing my stories in my head. Funny how watching people in my head run around acting out my plots is what kept me sane.
I wish winter time wasn’t nearing. I mean, I know it’s all part of the wheel of the year, the time before rebirth and renewal and without winter… global warming would seem like the least of our problems. Anyways, yeah, this little spirit isn’t very fond of winter, at least not in Michigan. This is going to make me sound older than it should but the cold makes my bones hurt, especially my hip and back because of the Scoliosis amongst other things. Lately though right above my knee has been giving me some serious pain. I’m not going to do anything about it of course because aches and pains are fairly normal and unless I see some blood I’m not going to worry about it but it’s really annoying and kind of pulses now and then. I wish it would stop.
I’m tired. This must be like the third time I’ve said it in this post but… whatever. It’s my post so- *sticks tongue out at anyone who looks at me funny*. Between work, school, NaNo, and some personal issues that just won’t go away, I’m feeling mighty drained. I wish everything would stop hurting.
Reminds me, here’s an overdue update for those of you who’ve been worried. I finally went to a doctor about my asthma some weeks back. I’d gotten a really bad cold and after three days of struggling to breath my husband was either going to call an ambulance or I could willing walk into a hospital on my own. I opted for the second choice, naturally.
Went in, got tested, found I didn’t have asthma. Er, normal asthma so to speak. See, I have (on top of everything else) a big problem with stomach acid. A few years ago it got to the point where I had to be constantly checked for ulcers, a big pain in more ways than one. Anyways, turns out my I have so much stomach acid that it’s burning up my lungs (yeah, that confused me too but trust me when I say you don’t want to know how that works) and causing asthma ‘like’ symptoms. So, now I’m back on some pills and I have to watch what I eat and most especially my stress levels.
Funny. I stink at taking pills, I’m trying to gain weight eating all the things I’m not supposed to eat now, and stress? I rest my case.
In other news…
The writing group idea is going well. I’m still on the edge as to whether or not I’m willing to commit myself and take up the responsibility but the planning in general feels nice. I’ve decided that if I do go through with this I’m not starting until January, and that’s the earliest just because November is already taken and December is dedicated to recuperating.
Guess what? I turn 20 this December. *runs in a mental circle since I’m too tired to imagine running a real one* I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. I feel like I should feel something more on the topic but to be honest I didn’t remember it was coming up until today.
I’m not feeling very inspired to write something good. I just wanted to make a post because if I don’t my head might explode. I think the main reason I’m tired, aside from all that other junk listed above- mostly written so I can get to the heart of the matter without too harsh a transition, is because of a letter I got the other day. Actually, I cringe at calling a message I got on ‘myspace’ a letter.
To be honest I should have known better than to start another account. I started one a year ago for one of my sites but a relative found me on it and sent messages to people on my buddy list to get them to contact me. So, I left them a very rude and poorly spelled message on my profile. A few months ago I deleted and started a new one under my married name so I could send messages back and forth to my new family in laws.
I made it private, security settings all the way up, and only accepted friend requests from people I knew. Well, as the saying goes: all good things must come to an end eventually. May I mention before I continue that this one person had blissfully fallen off the face of the earth for about a year aside from the occasional blip here and there when someone runs up to me and says ‘hey, so and so was looking for you’.
She contacted someone on my buddy list, a girl she was familiar with, and had her write me. The message went along the lines of telling me that my grandpa’s house burnt down and that if I wanted the information needed to contact him I’d have to contact her. That’s really low, now I’ll admit the girl may have gotten what she said wrong or just wrote it in a really bad way but to be honest- I don’t give a darn either way. I have ways of finding out where my grandpa is and while I do intend to find him and make sure everything is alright part of me thinks something sounds awfully fishy about that story. My grandpa lives in an apartment complex for the elderly, it’s not an old folks home, it’s sort of like assisted living. Something just grooves against my thoughts on this one.
Anyways, I spent the entire night after the message laying in bed and trying not to let me brain betray me. I don’t know why I just couldn’t come out and say it at the beginning of the post but I had this constant thought popping in my head- a vision of sorts, of my ‘mother’ showing up the next time I was at the bookstore and literally clawing up the side of my face. I wonder what this says about my psyche or subconscious or whatever.
Either way I’m much too tired to contemplate it and all that jazz. I have no insight on the matter whatsoever so I’m going to spell check this real quick and go to bed. I don’t know why it took me so long to get to the point or why I even bothered to just call her a ‘relative’ until the end. I guessers I’m just so sick and tired of watching my back, guarding my name, or keeping track of her to make sure she isn’t going to show up at my house someday. Why can’t she just leave me alone? Hasn’t she done enough already? I don’t want her to make it better I just want to live my life- without her in it. She has no desire to make up, no desire to apologize. In her mind she has done nothing wrong and I’m the one who has committed some sort of great sin. In her mind I have become the new demon child. First it was one sibling, then the other as he too sought out safety, and now me.
I’m starting to rant. I think I’ll stop and put this away before I upset myself since this is actually a really good day. Now that it’s out of my system I feel… well, not better, but like I might sleep fairly well tonight.
Peace.
PS. I’ll catch up on comments and reading later. Tonight is for me.