I can’t believe it. I’m on day three with jacked up back.

Dan came over this morning and after dropping the kids off brought me a coffee. So now I am bedridden and juiced up on caffeine.

I can’t lay in bed for more than a few hours…unless I am depressed or avoiding some sort of homework that I should have done weeks ago.

How come I manage to find all the things that need to be looked into or fixed when I’m sick? Like right now, the washer is making this weird sound. I am convinced it’s possessed by aliens. It sounds like a UFO waiting for someone to come into the laundry room so it can beam it up. creepy.

So it comes down to needing a exorcist or a repairman.

It’s strange how fast a SOMA can kick in. I took it just a few minutes ago and I can’t feel that horrid pain that was shooting down my back…of course I can’t feel my lips either.

I really hate being in pain. I tell myself that when I get better that I will start walking and making myself feel better, but then something comes up. No, i’m not going to make promises to fix that either. Someday…just not today.Oh god, I had the weirdest dream. I had a dream I was satan and I ate Shaun! I couldn’t digest his hair though. I also shot Dan in the head on a rafting trip because he forgot to pack our lunches and ate the last cherry pie. I love this Soma!
I got a phone call today from Big Sexy. I haven’t talked to her since the big blow out about me rolling my eyes. I didn’t brush it under the rug, I told her, “Hey, i’m in my 30’s and you’re 40…we should be able to talk about stuff and not go through a little kid.” Anyway, I guess it’s all worked out. I’m an Aries, I’m too lazy to hold a grudge.
I heard a country song the other day that reminded me of Jessica. It talked about a guy who broke up with his girlfriend, but wherever he goes, people still ask about her. He can’t get over her because of it. I feel like that. Everyone keeps asking about her and it’s breaking my heart because I miss her so much. I have a framed picture of us on my desk. It was taken last year on Halloween. I was a Catholic school girl and she was a … hooker!