And So, I Continue to Continue....

[chochiyo_sama]

Whether I feel like it or not.

Ah, well.

Today I have a major stomach ache.  I don't know if it is stress, dairy, dehydration, or sugar.  I think there is something that the milk producers are giving to the cows which comes to US via the milk.  I KNOW I am NOT lactose intolerant.  But I don't know if I am able to tolerate all the chemical shit that is being poured into the animals that PRODUCE the milk. 

I seem to be very dehydrated today.  My lips are all cracked and nasty.  Probably I cried too much last night.  Yep.  I had myself one of my rare but intense crying jags.  I can't say it made me feel any better.  But oh well.

I thought it might be sugar since I had two toaster waffles with syrup for breakfast.  I have the low sugar syrup, but who knows?

Every once in a while, my stomach bloats up and HURTS.  I don't have a clue why.

Probably a combination of factors. 

Well, my life is a mess as usual.  But I am going to see Broke Back Mountain with my friend Steve after school today, and the stalker can go fuck herself.  Threaten me?  Well, fuck you!

I still don't know what I am going to do about this weekend.  I really do not want to go to my mom's house and get stuck babysitting my brother's kids all weekend.  I'm tired.  What I'd like to do is sit in the recliner in my mom's basement, crochet, sew (or re-root the skipper and the scooter I've balded), and watch her satellite TV and let my brain go mushy. 

The other option is to just spend the whole weekend at school.  I have plenty to do here, and if I get burned out and need a break, there are couches in the student lounge--along with cable TV. 

The other option would be to pull the phone cords out of the wall and spend the weekend hiding out in my house.  Sadly, I  do not have a garage, so the fucking stalker will make it a point to drive past my house, see my car, and pound on my door. 

I really just want to sleep and sleep and sleep.

On a positive note, I got a lot of filing done in my classroom this morning.  I also recorded the first scores of the new semester--and have all the other stuff organized for correcting tomorrow.

Man, I am giving some serious thought to calling in sick tomorrow.  I just don't feel that great--and it would be soooooo nice to just lay around and sleep all day tomorrow.  Then I'd have two days of the weekend to get stuff done. 

I won't have laundry, since I threw the last load in this morning before I went to school.  i have a basket of whites waiting for me to fold them when I get home, and a basket of dark (pants and a few shirts) to hang up.  There is another small batch of whites in the drier and a bunch of reds in the washer.  That's it.  My dishes are caught up.  I swept the kitchen floor the other day and cleaned the cat box--though both of those things should probably be done again this weekend.

The big mound of crap has reappeared in my bedroom.  Perhaps I will work on that tonight when I get home.  I won't get home till nearly 7--but I could get those white and dark clothes dealt with AND get a start in dealing with the Pile.

I need to shift some of that stuff into my computer room/"studio" and get it away from the place where I sleep.  It could very well be the reason I DON'T sleep.

Eventually, I'd like to bring my recliner upstairs so I can sit in it and do my sewing or crocheting upstairs where all of my fabric and crafty shit is.  Tammy is bringing down her two blue striped couches (one's a love seat) which she is sick of.  They aren't exactly my taste, but hey.  They are better than what I have now, which is nothing.

That's about it for now.  If I think of anything else I'll sign back on.

bleah.

Life.

It sucks.