Friday, February 15, 2008

Work Day Haze

I'm at work. Probably not the best place to be updating this blog, but I'm on my lunch, so that has to count for something. Even I wouldn't so bold as to do this during regular work time. Well, maybe at 4:30.

I wish I wasn't at work. I'm still sick (Thank you Chirssy for giving me the COLD FROM HELL) and want nothing more then to be curled up in bed, listening to my hamster babies squeak in the living room. I have to admit, I'm still a little unsure of them. I love them, they're cute and everything, but they are so tiny. I'm not used to having such tiny living things in my house that I'm not running away from. Being in a cage helps I guess. I'm more scared of the biting then anything else. I know that they're tiny, but Boris gave me a huge chomp the first night. I know he was freaked out and stressed and all, but damn it Boris, give me a break!

Yesterday was Love Day. I was really excited and stuff, first Love Day with Rob and all, but by the end of the night, I entered into yet another one of my famous moods out of no where. I don't understand it. I can be fine for so long, and then, out of no where, bam! I'm sad. No reason for the sadness, but my brain just thinks "oh, I'll be sad now, that's a good idea! that won't make people think you're manic or anything." It's very annoying. All I want to do is be "normal", well, as normal as a person can be.

And it makes me feel so bad for Rob. I mean, he ALWAYS wants to make me feel better, and sometimes he can't. Sometimes there are things that he can't fix. It sucks, but there are some things that I need to fix on my own. I'm not so good at that. Usually takes me years. But in the end, I usually get it fixed, as best I can.

I'm looking forward to sleeping after I have some supper tonight. I'll sleep (if I can) until Rob comes over after curling tonight at midnight or so. He's been over every night this week, and it's been really nice. We really are pretty much living in sin. He spends more time at my apartment then he does at his own. Is this practice?

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