How I Love the Playhouse
It's no fun being sick.
Actually, I take that back--SOME times it's fun to be sick. Like if you really want to miss work or school or something and have a genuine excuse.
But not if you just have to hang around home all day kinda lonely. It's good to rest up (I did come off a very busy past few months that seemed like a whirlwind of activity) but I wish I were more in control of the situation.
I'm not even really that sick, just sick enough to tie me down for the week.
Maybe it's the fact that I've been relatively people-deprived lately or the fact that sickness makes me irritable, but I do feel that I'm unhappy with several things in my life at present. And I don't like feeling that way. Usually, if something annoys me I try to simply change it. But these troubles are just too complicated at present to break down and unravel. I need a vacation. Not from doing stuff, and not from all people, but from this current state of things. I need something new to spring up and divert my attention so I'll stop brooding on situations that create turmoil. I'm not one to usually have chronic anger-management problems/hold epic grudges, but let me be honest: I'm not happy and I'm not dealing with this emotion very well. Basically, I'm becoming a person I don't like very much; someone bitter, resentful, pessimistic and just plain ol' mean. Don't get me wrong--I'm not really acting as this new character, but I'm certainly thinking and feeling like her. Yowza! More on this later when I get a handle on it. Of course I will, it's only a matter of time. But until then, I may be kinda distant. If Person A is getting on my nerves, I'd hardly like to snap at Person B out of habit and drag them into this. That's a recipe for disaster!
My new best friend is Pee-Wee Herman. Sweet ol' Pee-Wee. We hang out at 11pm Monday thru Friday and laugh, scream and basically have a grand time. Want to join us?
UFO, I'm sorry, but I will get cracking on all we talked about in just a few days. I did work on a lot of things after our last talk, but then I got sick and then I got . . . well . . . see above.
posted by The Kozak's Daughter @ 11:21 PM
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Sweety, thank you so much for caring and for checking up on me all the time. I get so happy when I talk to you on the phone, get your emails and texts and offline messages. Even though you are across the waters, it lifts my heart to know that someone, somewhere is praying for me and wishing for my best interests. You care about the practical as well as the emotional and spiritual. So many times I am lonely thinking that no one cares and then I remember you and smile. No matter what, you have always been there for me, even when your own life has gone through troubles, and even when I am being annoying. I miss you but I know that one day everything will work out just the way God wants it.
The Michelin shirt smells so good! Tonight I'm going to wear it and pretend I'm you. :-P heehee
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