I do have to work tonight but it’s a short shift. I really don’t want to. I actually would have gone in early but there was no need so I was rejected. That’s fine by me really.
My stomach has been iffy since 2 nights ago. Like I said, when I talked with Ms. Sexy X last, I had to cut it short I felt so bad. Yesterday, it was okay but by last night it just sort of felt weird. This morning I have the same feeling. I don’t feel sick but it feels like I could be sick. Weird, huh?
I’m feeling much better today as far as emotions go. Depression is a roller coaster and this is expected. I’ve been there, done that, have the shirt… all that shit. You can tell by the mood of my posts. I know I said on Tuesday I felt confused after the call. I really did. After her second call Wednesday night I felt so much better (well except for being sick in the bathroom.) That call meant a lot to me in and of itself.
I spent the majority of my day yesterday shopping. I got a few shirts and ingredients to make a lasagna and I also bought a crockpot. That actually took me a few hours believe it or not. I’m lonely at home so I didn’t mind being out so long. I helped this old lady lift a vacuum to her car, she was grateful. I was happy to help.
That reminds me of a small story or rant I suppose. Why do people slow down on entrance ramps when getting on a limited access highway? It drives me nuts. Yes, technically you yield to the traffic already on there BUT the safest way is to speed up and merge so everything flows smoothly. Well, I did that with another SUV (wishing all the while he went faster) and we got inbetween two cars. I’m tempted to go in the left lane upon entry but a SUV is coming up rather fast so I don’t want to cut them off. The SUV behind me is also closing fast but it doesn’t worry me until that SUV in front of me starts to hit his brakes. FUCK. I make a split second decision and punch it and go left. I cut off that SUV but he saw my turn signal and I did give him a second. Of course he honked but I knew he was there the whole time. I thought it was that, get crushed, or go in the shoulder. I don’t regret my decision but I wonder if he honked to let me know he was there or he was angry. Perhaps it was both. I don’t really care. I don’t make it a habit to cut folks off so you can give me this one time. I do get pissed by the slow mergers and people that ride their brakes.