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Today’s source of amusement:

Carlos, seeing Gaby is packing two giant suitcases, “I told you to pack only the neccessities!”

Gaby: ” These are neccesseties!”

Carlos *points*: “Is that a boa?” 

Yes, I’m easily amused.

 

I was just feeling okay again, getting rid of the normal post-cold cough and all, and now it’s back with a vengeance.

I hates it, my precious. Being sniffly is stupid. Also, sick to my stomach. My patients are giving me shifty looks, aka “You look sicker than me. GO HOME.” and all that.

I will go and sneeze some more now.

Honestly.

I’d call it the flu, but then I’m female.

I had to go shopping today – milk was out. Without milk, no coffee. Without coffee, no me. So I had to go shopping. Oh, there was no bread, either, and the nutella was almost out, so it was an emergency.

I bought about a third of what I normally drag home, what with not having a car. Now I feel like a truck ran me over.

Hrnnnnnnn.

Thank God I’m still off work tomorrow. Can’t even stitch. It hurts the head. I shall be over here on the couch - the little, morose-looking, sneezing thing. *waves* 

 

You know that wet towel feeling, and how you can sometimes feel it’s coming, but try to believe it’s not? Might just be me.

Anyway, apparently I require lots of emotional energy. Or, apparently I’m okay to be around as long as I’m happy-bouncy, but when I’m sad, I’m automatically not sad, but depressed, and require too much emotional energy. 

And it makes me notice how much emotional energy I put into things, and how that’s maybe too much, if it goes unreciprocated as soon as I’m harshing the squee.

I just feel so endlessly bloody gullible sometimes. Thinking things are okay now and the punishment’s done with.

And yeah, I have been depressed at some point and did require loads of emotional energy, but now I’m not. I’m having a rough week, what with being in my second week of The Neverending Migraine from getting off my yearly antidepressant (for SAD – haha, pun.). So I’ve been sad. Twice.

So maybe it’s time I’m a bit more careful with *my* emotional energy. I seem to be spending it too freely, and things tend to get onesided. It just makes me very sad. I thought it was well spent, really. It’s so hard to think I might have been wrong.  

 It’s this thing where I get overly involved. Time to take a few steps back, even if it’s difficult. It wouldn’t be if there wasn’t so much love involved. Sometimes I wish so hard I was home.

I’m not really bitchy, just exhausted. And feeling stupid, for doing the gullibe thing. Again. And don’t tell me you expected me to make sense in the middle of the night.

Place this – “There’s been too much water under the thing – whatever.” (D’oh! )

 

So I, you know, thought, oh well. Not really much you can do about the weather. No snow this year, no biggie, at least it’ll be spring soon.

Ya. Except, now, it’s snowing. Like, BIG HEAPS. Of snow. In spring time. Don’t care if it’s officially spring yet, I announced spring two weeks ago, and it’s time for all this flower-and-bunny stuff – instead, I get deepest winter.

Just saying. Seriously. I’m going home to watch Grey’s Anatomy. Whatever…