I guess I just want to know the reason. I'd take an excuse that I could believe, but I'd rather know the reason. I expect neither, and that makes me sad.
Watching the Big Brother finale.
Stage two is more fun, but much less fair.
My blackberry just got the EDGE network back. So emails are working again. I
hope it lasts. Hmmm, I wonder if AT&T is going to pro-rate my bill.
AT&T is broken. Emails to and from my blackberry are not working. Texts and
phone calls are fine, though, so use one of those methods if you need to
contact me right away.
I've had to blow my nose so often over the past nine days, now I've got a
On the phone for three hours last night. So sleepy today. Need caffeine.
I fucking hate stage one.
I was going to do something decidedly weird tonight, but they didn't have what I needed at Walgreen's.
Now those two people are engaged. Good for them, I suppose.
Home Something Home...
I say it, and it's ignored. Or I say it, and it's used in an attempt to start a fight. So now, I'm NOT saying it. I'm only feeling it.
Further proof that, to me, my opinion is the only one that matters.
Tomorrow it will have been two months. I wish I could say that I won't care,
but I will. This continues to be such bullshit.
It was disturbing because it wasn't until I awoke that I realized that the
dream didn't make any sense at all. When I was still in the dream, it
I'm a little worried. Nothing good can come of this. Not without a shit-ton
of ifs all coming true.
Yay! Dammit! Yay! Dammit! Yay! Dammit! Yay! Dammit! Yay! Dammit!
The clock was moving quickly, but now it's slowed to a crawl.
I just got tired of trying. And waiting. I did not give up. There is a difference.
Both of my cats are making noises like they're dying, because they haven't
eaten since 11:00 or so last night.
Okay, that was fun.