The only drawback to spending time with my sister in Mansfield is that she eats very…American.
Three strict meals, sparse snacks, and large amounts of coffee and iced tea.
There’s a box of chai for the keurig she keeps for me, but this morning I was looking at breakfast items and all I really wanted was a bowl of rice and some miso…or a salad. Maybe tacos.
I don’t really like breakfast foods for breakfast.
And I’m not used to drinking milk and my tummy feels all gross from that cereal.
There is an engagement ring floating around my house. I don’t get it until Robbie executes his plans…
I’ve had this thing about stability.
To tell the truth, I don’t actually have any furniture in my house because I’d rather do the whole gypsy living, ready to pick up and leave at any time.
So Robbie and I are taking a step forward in putting down roots. We are actually going through stores and looking at tables, and lamps, and couches.
I’m looking at all sorts of decorating ideas now. To the point where I stop movies and look at the decor closely.
For example, watching OUAT, Belle wakes up from a nightmare and I yell for Robbie to pause so I can look at the lamps and color-schemes.
I may have a problem.
Oof, oh my you are pleasant to look at.
As if last night at work didn’t make me angry enough, I went back tonight for 4 hours to help out.
I must be a glutton for punishment, because I’m too heated right now to calm down and its been an hour.
Where is the fucking wine.
The worst part about being an adult is bills.
Not even just paying them.
Remembering which ones you already paid because nothing has the same due date, and then stressing out thinking you’re missing something.
I seriously think Leonardo diCaprio just said fuck it.
Watching WoWS, and five minutes in he’s snorting cocaine out of a hooker’s ass.
Somehow I think he may kill himself if he doesn’t win the Oscar.
Someone needs to be there to give him a hug when it doesn’t happen (again).
I realize I sound like an asshole at this point, but I’m legit worried about him now…
Uhm, in addition.
I may or may not feel very dizzy and have fallen twice in the past 3 hours since waking.
Still a little weak, but my temp is back down to my usual 97.9.
Very sick day with Robbie yesterday.
I went to Mansfield to visit Samm Monday night through Wednesday morning. We got lost at the Malabar Estate (damn ghosts), then apparently got some kind of wicked food poisoning? I think?
I’m trying to wrap my head around what happened because from working at the hospital it makes very little sense. The last thing I ate on Tuesday was at 2 in the afternoon. I got nauseous and felt like shit, but didn’t actually throw up until midnight. (The food should have been digested, it should have been bile)
When I woke up I felt awful and it didn’t get better when I got home and eventually crawled into bed. When Rob woke me with a thermometer at 5 my temp was 101.0.
Considering all the time I lost I’m lead to believe the fever got pretty dangerous over the time in between.
But I’m, better now! We finished the night with Riddick (for Robbie), and Frozen (for me).