Blah!

I'll be in various airports all day and evening tomorrow. And I'm sick. Blah. I have a cold. At least I have a day off of work before going back in. That's "blah" too. Work. Also some words from a friend that remind me I'm always falling for the bittersweet: sweet words and bitter actions, the kind you just know commonsensically have to come, but you don't want to admit it to yourself. But here it is laid out in front of me yet again, and my stubborn will is wrestling. To believe, or not to believe. I know what's good for me. Maybe I should start choosing that option more often!