Getting there

I've had a wired couple of days. I was feeling really sick and tired. Sick both physically and emotionally and tired of everything. So instead of trying to rush through and get everything done and sacrificing sleep, I just slept. I put everything on the back burner and lay in bed for fourteen hours.

It was b-e-a-utiful. I got more done in the few hours after I woke up than I would have in the entire day had I worked straight through. I'm really starting to relate to Shelley and I'll Think About That Tomorrow.

So, I'm off to get ready for work with a better attitude than I've had in a long time. Glengarry Leads just sent me an email which I'm hoping will have info about when he's coming to visit. God is mad at me again, for no reason (again). I called him yesterday and left him a message saying that I'm sorry if he took my IM message out of of context but that typed messages do that sometimes (considering I wasn't IMing him in the first place, it's kind of a gray area). He can get over it, or not. At this point, as much as I love him, I don't have the time, the energy or the desire to waste my time worrying about if what I say to him is going to set him off again. He needs to move back to California where he'll be happier. It's definitely not a solution, but if it will make him feel better, I'm all for it. There really doesn't seem to be anything I can do to help him at this point.

OK, now I really am off.

Ciao

-Veelzabub