Lest you think I am a big liar-liar pants on fire and don't have intentions of writing here more, I am here to let you know. I plan on it. But. I'll just tell it like it is. I feel like crap.
You know what? I totally edited myself there. I don't feel like crap. I feel like shit. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT!
Yesterday I started to think I was on the mend. I was feeling about 90%. Today? Dog poop. I even went ot the doctor, but all they could tell me was the flu takes time. (I honestly thought--and remain unconvinced that I don't have despite the quick test--that I had strep today.)
So, there ya' have it. But I won't bore you with it anymore than I already have.
In other news, someone was held up by gunpoint in our alleyway last week and I am feeling more than skittish about it. I park back there!!!!
It's making me really angry. It's making me want to move.
Am I just depressed and filled with a peckish ennui due to illness, or does it seem like the whole world is going crazy? And desperate? And, I just feel baaaaaaaaad.
I was telling Alex today that I feel like we have chosen a very tough life. Or, not that we chose it...we try really hard to make things good, but it just feels like survival around here a lot lately. Beyond just the last few weeks of illness.
I am filled with this dis-ease and malcontentment.
I am trying with all my might to figure that out and figure out how to get rid of that feeling.
I didn't always feel like this. I feel truly trapped. Stuck. My paw hurts.
And now, back to you.