One piece of chocolate is all it takes for me to think of the number of times I didn't call to talk. Sleep couldn't get passed me in the past 16 hours. Drowsy. Flued up and glued to the tube is a bad habit to start. Like I need another bad habit. UUG!
The radio upstairs is sputtering fast talkers that I can't understand. The volume is low and the rest of the house is quiet. How many times will I call voice mail. When will I get messages on time. When will the same student loan recording stop calling.
I'm wearing my pony tail today in front of my head. I can't taste the thirst quencher with this nose stuffed up. The pain reliever has kicked in and my energy is back but I don't know what to do.
Eat another piece of chocolate. All I can think of is going to sleep. I won't watch television or use the phone. Maybe this blog is really about a media break. No radio, no magazines, no newspaper, no computer? Drat!
Usually I would be eating but I can't taste my food so its miserable to eat.
I don't feel like venting about anyone on a blog today so I am just venting in general; what a cliche. My socks are doubled up, and I've been wearing the same pair of jeans for the past three weeks. I left another job and I'm back to feeling paranoid and hypochondriac-like (hope thats spelled correctly).
The only book I can pick up is The Purpose Driven Life and not even the thought of some media hype can trigger me from these jitters. I trust that I got decaf when I ordered it through the window. I trust that stuff will start sinking in and that its not some vain work. I trust that By the end of this blog I'll be over with self-pity once and for all.
