Thursday, January 28, 2010

Why So Sad?

I hate these wee hours of the morning. When everything is quiet and my mind begins to wander. Unbeknownst to you your words reach me and I'm sad. Really, I shouldn't be, but I'm a sucker. I would tell you that I wish things were working out better for you . . . but I really don't need another hateful backlash right now. Sure I can take it; but I'd really rather not. You say people should get over their petty bullshit, but you never were one to take your own advice. Best to leave that bridge uncrossed. You will never know, but I am sending happy thoughts your way.

Pleh. I'm such a sucker. That's what I get for trying to stay awake, I guess. Good thing I made up a CD of super cool, quirky, upbeat 80s songs for the *hopefully* impending drive up to Dallas and back! My dad passed his physical. The only bad part to that is that now he needs sneakers cuz they're making him take a stress test at the next one. XD He's hoping to get a call from Schneider soon saying "C'mon up to Dallas and grab yer truck!" . . . he's been hoping for that since the angio follow-up. Also hoping that whoever unpacked his old truck didn't jack any of his shit. *fingers crossed*

Pleh. The worst part about blogging is staring at my own picture for however long it takes me to get tired of typing. Time for a new one, I think. I'll get on that. Right after I grab the mad bastard (Elvis) and take a quick nap. lol

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