I know, I know.

First of all, I was home sick today. I slept for most of it. I woke up feeling like I got hit by a truck. Tried to get up, figuring a shower would help. Promptly fell down. Dizzay. So I figured I’d try to wake up a little more, go pick some work up and work from bed today. Boom. Reeeally dizzy. So I text my boss and go back to sleep.

I would like to state for the record, I do not have swine flu. No fever. Ok, it’s a very low fever. I’m probably just overtired. But legitimately not feeling great. I don’t like to waste PTO on sick days. I’ll go to work near death just so I can have that four day weekend later on. I think all the sleep helped. Still feel like I got body slammed, but not as dizzy or nauseated. Win.

Ok, issue 2…speaking of…no…nevermind. I won’t go all hippie political here. We’ll just say, I’m pissed it passed. Anyway, numero dos.

I ain’t got shit to say. I have writer’s block and my life has been uneventful.

Yesterday I had lunch with Savannah. That’s the most exciting thing to happen in the past week. We caught up, which is always good. She’s been traveling a lot again lately. I always feel like I have to schedule lunch or dinner so we can stay connected. It’s silly, we live in the same 5 mile radius from the same building we both work in.

Oh, here’s something to talk about. I’m pissed. I mean PISSED. About to drive five hours and bust heads, pissed. My baby sister and her boyfriend broke up. Whatever. She’s 17, it happens. But, the weasel-dick cheated on her. That’s my best guess. She vaguely confirmed. She doesn’t talk to Totoro and I about that shit. Makes us crazy. It’s stupid too, because helloooo!! I know what it feels like, Dinga. I can tell you it’s going to get better. It does. I wish she wouldn’t keep shit bottled up.

I have been accused of keeping people out or at arms length, but I almost ALWAYS tell my sister(s) everything. Dinga and I have never been as close as Totoro and I but part of that is our ten year age difference. Someday it won’t matter as much, but fuck…I’m closing in on 30 and she’s just staring down 18. It makes it hard, but I try anyway.

Well, I have nothing else to say and my favorite Sufjan song to fall asleep to just came up on the playlist so…I’m out. I’ll try to do something exciting this weekend.