So I open up George to blog a bit before bed time(yes, I brought "the other man" to bed) and it's being incredibly slow because the firewall software is downloading an update or something like that... Grrrr... This is a brand new laptop, it should never be slow...
Anyway, on to bigger and better things. OK, well, I wouldn't say better... I was sick as a dog yesterday. Body aches, tired, temp of 103.2; it totally sucked ass. Fortunately, it only lasted twenty four hours(see there is a silver lining in every cloud(I make myself sick sometimes)). I was actually pretty lucky. I was still at my grandparent's, I mean grandfather's(that's still taking some getting used to, one would think it'd sink in by now, it's been two and a half months) house when I first got sick. I drove home and to make a long story short, I don't remember the last half of the trip. Just bits and pieces here and there. I don't remember arriving home, but I do remember taking my temp. and seeing 103.2. For a second when I woke up this morning, I kinda wondered "how the hell did I get here?" My hubby took care of me, he's so good. When I asked him about it he said I was a bit delirious by the time I got home, almost like I was completely sloshed. Very lucky me...
In other news, I just finished my first swap at www.craftster.org. It was great fun and I'm signing up for the next round. I got ten different packages for sending out ten of the same thing... It's definitely addicting, but I suppose there are worse things to be addicted to. Fortunately, I have a fairly large craft stash(yarn, fabric, etc...) so it only cost me postage to participate. And, it keeps me busy, and that keeps me from being miserable. Almost like ignoring or blocking out reality. Or maybe just pushing it to the side a bit and focusing only half your attention on it and the other half on this really fun and interesting craft... I mean, I don't know about the rest of the world, but if I'm left with idle time to just sit and dwell on my miseries(and I have a few, just like the rest of you) I'd be a complete and total basket case(random thought: where did "basket case" come from?). Instead I craft and I'm only subjecting myself and those that live with me to mood swings(I'm defiantly moody, but I manage to keep it under control, most of the time...). Oooofff, I went from craftster to analyzing... Jeez, who switched the track on my train of thought(that is just so fucking corny...).
Switching topics again(ADD, no, not me, ohh what's that!), I wonder if other bloggers find themselves during the day when they are without access to a computer, thinking about what they'll blog about. Like, ohhh I'll have to put that in my blog tonight, or, I really should blog about that one. I, sadly, do. And now that I'm sitting in here blogging, I can't think of half of them. Irritating, but they(the random must blog that thoughts) couldn't have been to important. While I'm new to this blogging site, I did a blog on myspace.com. But I ended up not blogging as much because too many people I know read it(OK, that and all the fucking error messages and viruses George caught!). I find that if I know that my friends and family read it, I'm not completely honest. I mean, I'm one that speaks my mind and all, but I also bite my tongue a lot. Vewy considerwate of other's feewings(think Elmer Fudd for that line). So if you happen to know me and find this, don't tell me. I'll only be compelled to move again...
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