Sunday, August 29, 2010

Pathetic ramblings of the sleep deprived.

I hate the universe that is out to get me. I've had the worst bouts of insomnia in the history of ever, have a bad cold I can't seem to be able to get rid of, am on hormone therapy, feel bloated all the time, and have been more times to the hospital in the last three months than I've been in my life and that is saying something, because I've been to the hospital A LOT.
I feel like shit and I'm depressed. And though it's not over yet, this has possibly been one of the worst years of my life. There's only so much positivity one can embrace. After that, it's just being stupidly delusional.

10 comments:

Jack's complete lack of surprise said...

I wish there was something I could say to help you get back up. It sucks to see you like this. Here's something that usually works for me: When it all becomes too much and you want to cry and scream and explode and disappear all at once, just close your eyes, take a few deep breaths, and smile. It can only get better.

Strawberry Daiquiri said...

It will. I will make it get better myself. I just have to keep reminding myself constantly that things take time to improve (even though it takes a second for everything to go tits up). I need to be patient.
So... listen. I was thinking. Do you think I could know your name? ;)

Jack's complete lack of surprise said...

You could indeed. But only if I could know yours. I'm a big fan of reciprocity, see.

Strawberry Daiquiri said...

HA! It's Desiree. Your turn!

Jack's complete lack of surprise said...

Pleased to read you, Desiree. I'm Edward. It's not the name I was born with, but I didn't like that one so I chose a new one. So what's next? Should I start shopping around for discount plane tickets?

Strawberry Daiquiri said...

Yes. And then we'll spend our days brushing each other's hair, brooding and gossiping. Fun, Fun, Fun!!

Jack's complete lack of surprise said...

Sounds good to me. Can we get a butler named Alfred who calls me Master Bruce? It's something I've always wanted.

Strawberry Daiquiri said...

Ok. But I don't live in a castle. I'll buy a bat pet. And a pvc outfit. How's that?

Jack's complete lack of surprise said...

It could definately work. Then we can slowly kill people in a basement somewhere when they mistake us for the Osbournes. Listen, this whole comment chat is awesome, but could I possibly have your e-mail address? that would simplify matters immensely. At least from where I'm sitting.

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