Hello 1:17AM
We meet again.
I'm starting to think you are stalking me as this is the third time this week we've seen each other.
At the 10pm hour, DH and I said good night and before I could even think if I shut off the oven after making the Banana bread, he was snoring. Oh to have the non worries of a male.
Somehow the oven worry (which of course I went downstairs to check) turned into how yummy my banana bread really is. I need to lose weight. I hate feeling so overweight. Tomorrow I will go for a walk with the dog. I don't walk her enough. I don't walk myself enough. I wish I liked running. I would love to be able to run away my worries. I hate running because I have bad feet. Im not sure when I developed plantar fasciitis it was probably sometime in this effin decade that gave me every other ache and ailment. I dont remember having bad feet when I was younger. I wore heels at my wedding. And my prom. I cant believe I wore hot pink to my prom. What was the theme again? I think I have my invitation in the basement in my scrapbook. Oh yea, We've Got Tonight. Bob Seger. I love Bob Seger. I cant believe my then boyfriend wore a hot pink bowtie to match my hot pink dress. I cant believe he drove my Dad's Cadillac to the prom. My kid will never drive to a prom. Now it's probably just limos. I wonder if they uber to proms. Promposals seem stressful. My kid would never wear a hot pink bowtie. Oh young love. Thank you for wearing hot pink.
I need to go to sleep. I am so tired why aren't I sleeping? One week until surgery. I cannot wait to get this over with. I cannot believe I've been going through cancer treatment for 10 months. My side hurts. My jaw hurts. I have TMJ. Of course I do. Because I have every thing. Damn mouthguard doesn't even fit me right and it hurts. I wonder what the weather is supposed to be tomorrow? Even the dog is snoring. I wish it was summer again. I wish I could win the lottery and buy our vacation home in Maine. I cant believe it's almost Thanksgiving. I'm so hot. These hot flashes suck.
I gotta figure out what shoes to wear to my nephew's Bar Mitzvah. I hate heels.
Hello 1:19AM. I hate you.
We meet again.
I'm starting to think you are stalking me as this is the third time this week we've seen each other.
At the 10pm hour, DH and I said good night and before I could even think if I shut off the oven after making the Banana bread, he was snoring. Oh to have the non worries of a male.
Somehow the oven worry (which of course I went downstairs to check) turned into how yummy my banana bread really is. I need to lose weight. I hate feeling so overweight. Tomorrow I will go for a walk with the dog. I don't walk her enough. I don't walk myself enough. I wish I liked running. I would love to be able to run away my worries. I hate running because I have bad feet. Im not sure when I developed plantar fasciitis it was probably sometime in this effin decade that gave me every other ache and ailment. I dont remember having bad feet when I was younger. I wore heels at my wedding. And my prom. I cant believe I wore hot pink to my prom. What was the theme again? I think I have my invitation in the basement in my scrapbook. Oh yea, We've Got Tonight. Bob Seger. I love Bob Seger. I cant believe my then boyfriend wore a hot pink bowtie to match my hot pink dress. I cant believe he drove my Dad's Cadillac to the prom. My kid will never drive to a prom. Now it's probably just limos. I wonder if they uber to proms. Promposals seem stressful. My kid would never wear a hot pink bowtie. Oh young love. Thank you for wearing hot pink.
I need to go to sleep. I am so tired why aren't I sleeping? One week until surgery. I cannot wait to get this over with. I cannot believe I've been going through cancer treatment for 10 months. My side hurts. My jaw hurts. I have TMJ. Of course I do. Because I have every thing. Damn mouthguard doesn't even fit me right and it hurts. I wonder what the weather is supposed to be tomorrow? Even the dog is snoring. I wish it was summer again. I wish I could win the lottery and buy our vacation home in Maine. I cant believe it's almost Thanksgiving. I'm so hot. These hot flashes suck.
I gotta figure out what shoes to wear to my nephew's Bar Mitzvah. I hate heels.
Hello 1:19AM. I hate you.
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