I'm not feeling well and it's hard for me to write when I'm feeling this way. I just don't have the energy to put out there. I have a mild upper respiratory infection. It makes me feel tired and sluggish and sleepy. I hate it when this happens. It just seems to take a toll on me. I can't wait to get over it. My head aches.
I slept all day today. I talked to Kay on the phone last night and she said that I don't get enough rest and blah blah blah. The thing is, that she's content to talk on the phone all night and sometimes gets and attitude if I say I'm going to hang up. But, she didn't last night and I don't have to have permission from my friend to get off the phone.
I would go get a cup of coffee. It boosts my energy level. The problem is that with fake energy, I will still be tired, eventually. I'm tired all of the time, the house looks a mess again and I need to feel better. I also need to change the filters up there, in the furnace in the attic. I hope there aren't any snakes or squirrels up there. You know how stuff like that goes. I need to send off those tax forms that Es did. I didn't know that he did them. I was going to do them myself, but he did them.
I didn't mean for him to do them. Anyway, they didn't call me and tell me that they had them. I guess...I don't know...it's weird how Africans do things. These are just random thoughts. I was going to let all of my tax mail go to his and Ay's house but that didn't work out to well. I finally had to call the IRS and tell them to send me my stuff. I kept getting my mail too late.
I don't feel scared anymore writing this. I still feel sick though and have a headache. I need to change the filters in the furnace...I know that that is one of the things that is making me sick. Joe is leaving for Virginia at the end of the month. I have to find new childcare arrangements. My head hurts. I keep saying that I want to move back home. I want to move back home. I'm going to move back home...my target date is in May.
My back hurts. I don't see the sense in staying in Georgia...I don't like it here, never have. Py is now doing extras work on the set with Vampire Diaries. I am just rambling and it's fun...just spitting stuff out there and not caring what it looks like or who sees it...nice. The wind blows today and it's still hot. It's cloudy outside and I can hear the cars going up and down the street.
I spent a little time on facebook. I don't really like that forum, it can be so impersonal sometimes...
This is rant number 2. I am signing out.
I slept all day today. I talked to Kay on the phone last night and she said that I don't get enough rest and blah blah blah. The thing is, that she's content to talk on the phone all night and sometimes gets and attitude if I say I'm going to hang up. But, she didn't last night and I don't have to have permission from my friend to get off the phone.
I would go get a cup of coffee. It boosts my energy level. The problem is that with fake energy, I will still be tired, eventually. I'm tired all of the time, the house looks a mess again and I need to feel better. I also need to change the filters up there, in the furnace in the attic. I hope there aren't any snakes or squirrels up there. You know how stuff like that goes. I need to send off those tax forms that Es did. I didn't know that he did them. I was going to do them myself, but he did them.
I didn't mean for him to do them. Anyway, they didn't call me and tell me that they had them. I guess...I don't know...it's weird how Africans do things. These are just random thoughts. I was going to let all of my tax mail go to his and Ay's house but that didn't work out to well. I finally had to call the IRS and tell them to send me my stuff. I kept getting my mail too late.
I don't feel scared anymore writing this. I still feel sick though and have a headache. I need to change the filters in the furnace...I know that that is one of the things that is making me sick. Joe is leaving for Virginia at the end of the month. I have to find new childcare arrangements. My head hurts. I keep saying that I want to move back home. I want to move back home. I'm going to move back home...my target date is in May.
My back hurts. I don't see the sense in staying in Georgia...I don't like it here, never have. Py is now doing extras work on the set with Vampire Diaries. I am just rambling and it's fun...just spitting stuff out there and not caring what it looks like or who sees it...nice. The wind blows today and it's still hot. It's cloudy outside and I can hear the cars going up and down the street.
I spent a little time on facebook. I don't really like that forum, it can be so impersonal sometimes...
This is rant number 2. I am signing out.
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