Sick Days

So the front desk girl gave me bronchitis. That sure sucked. I nearly died during inventory, just from the counting. Ok, I was also running around, on my feet all day, doing heavy lifting and carrying, and all sorts of fun stuff like that. I didn't get home until after 8 so I was exhausted from that. Then I waited until midnight for Rob to get here from curling and then I pretty much just got sick. I didn't do anything all weekend and didn't go to work on Monday.

Chrissy, T, and Blake came and took me to the clinic. Blake informed me that having his finger slammed in the door was much worse then my cough, which I guess is true. It turned out I had the coughing disease and spent the next two days napping and coughing at home. I went back to work and was informed that some people thought I had been on job interviews which is always fun. But I finished out the week.

I got up early on Saturday to go do blood work after fasting all night. After searching for the stupid lab, I found it and there was a HUGE crowd, even people waiting outside. So I said forget that and ended up hanging out with Chrissy and her Mom at the mall, which was cool. Rob picked me up and then we got the stuff needed for Game Night.

Game Night. Fun! Nacho Dip, Cheese cake. Board Games. Random Playlist. Let's just say, wonderful. That is until my landlord banged on my door and told us to be quiet because the baby was trying to sleep. We weren't even being that loud. And it was the first time I've ever had more then one person over to my apartment, and I've been here for almost 8 months. I think they've been pretty fucking lucky with their renter. I'm pretty sure they're going to get a divorce, they're always stomping around upstairs and yelling and screaming at each other in the common staircase which isn't uncomfortable for me at all...I'm very sorry that you guys are going through a rough time, but don't treat your good renter like shit. I've only ever asked them for help with the mice that I had when I first moved in. That's it. My bathroom sink has been broken for months now, but I don't want to bother them with it because I feel bad. I feel like making a big fucking fuss about it now, just to be a bitch.

I tried not to let it bother me, and I did have a really fun night. I love hanging out with Rob, Chrissy and T, they're my favorite people ever, I can't stop laughing when we're all together.

When they left, Rob was dozing on the couch. I got ready for bed, and then dragged him into the bedroom. I talked to him for a while and then he soon fell asleep. I sat in bed for a while, just staring at the walls and then got up and came out here. That just put me in one of my moods. I started to feel down, and then that turned into a random feeling of sadness, so I figured if I wrote it out, it would make me feel better, and it has. Writing has such a healing effect for me.

Two more things to mention quickly. 1: Thursday night, Rob, Chrissy T and I all went to see the Drag Kings, and it was pretty awesome. Rob I think was bored and/or uncomfortable, so next time I think I will leave him home. I love him, but there are some things that maybe we can't share. 2: I wrote a poem back in September when Chrissy and I were having major issues with Karma. In it I described Karma as a bitch goddess and Chrissy really liked it. Well, turns out she wants to get her tattoo artist to draw it out for her, and then get it tattooed on her. Depending on what he comes up with, maybe I'll get it too. I haven't decided yet. But it means a lot to me that she liked the poem so much, she wants to make it a part of her. I love you Chrissy!