I feel like just whining and complaining and talking about how my stomach hurts all the time and how I’m SO TIRED and how no one has ever been THIS TIRED or SICK. Too bad no one will listen to that crap for more than two minutes. I need to get an audio recorder, a little one like reporters have, so that I can complain into it and play it back to myself when I feel whiny as a way of saying to myself “hey, listen to this whiny girl – oh wait, that’s you!”
Btw, I am loving Alexi Murdoch so much.
Gah. So much is happening right now, it’s good stuff (mostly) but it’s still stressful as balls. Why does being a grown up come with SO MUCH responsibility? Can I get a vacation from responsibility? I don’t even need to go anywhere necessarily, I just want to wake up and have someone plan my day for me and not have to make any decisions and have food made for me and be able to rest and hang out. Huh. That sounds kinda like I want to live in a nursing home. Or a prison.
Okay! Bring on the responsibilities!
