My World...Take Two

My World...Take Two

::I am ::

( 08:48 )
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While I am sure you will all join me in expressing your unending joy that our upstairs neighbor also loves the movie Grease, I am sure that you will also agree that it is not necessary to hear her and two other girls hit the high note in Summer Lovin' (in (almost) perfect harmony with Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta) after midnight.
::Val::

( 21:10 )
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Adventures. I'm in the process of helping the VSB enter the Information Age. Good times.
::Val::

( 22:38 )
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Boundaries. I like to think I'm good with words and that when I say something, people understand what I mean. Apparently this is not true because I thought I made a certain thing clear to a certain person, but I guess not. Because they keep crossing a certain boundary I set up, I don't know if they're really just that naive (I was going to stay stupid) or if they just want to see if I'll ever decide to push back. I like to think that I've learned to control my temper, but I'm skirting dangerously close to snapping and showing them just how pissed I am.

::Val::

( 09:22 )
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Still Ugh. My body feels pretty good. I have energy. But my throat still feels scratchy and if I talk too much (hard not to do when you're serving), I start to cough. Medication is a good thing. And I'm still planning on going line dancing tonight because it's too much fun to pass up. I watched Smokey Joe's Cafe at the VSB's house on Tuesday. It was a really fun show. It's playing at SOTA over the weekend, so we're going to go see it.

Because I (Don't) Care... And on second note, I'm not going to say the horribly caustic comment I was going to make. I'm pissed about a couple of things, but I like to think I'm above ripping people to shreds with my words now. Let me just say that some things haven't changed at all and a couple of things have even gotten worse. And I'm done letting it affect my life.
::Val::

( 10:41 )
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Sick. I stuck out my tongue at myself in the mirror and noticed that my throat has shrunk to being about half an inch across; it's swollen and red and looks disgusting. I take three steps and my body counters by attempting to hack up a lung. My eyes water and itch and they have that tight look to them. My ear feels like someone stuffed an entire package of cotton balls down it (only it hurts more than I can ever imagine a pack of cotton balls hurting). My nose is so congested that I breathe out of my mouth, but my throat is so tender that it hurts. Fun day.
::Val::

( 01:55 )
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Overwhelmed. Sometimes, I am blown away by the love and concern people demonstrate for me. Last night's chat with C. was one of those times. I am so grateful for the time I get to spend with her.
::Val::

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"She has future plans and dreams at night and when they say life is hard, she says that's all right." ("Wild One", Faith Hill)