Smile And Say, “Yes, I Think We’ve Met Before…”

I am sniffly and watery and drippy and I hate it.  I woke up on Monday with a seriously cruel case of the sniffles, and they are not going away like they should.   At first I thought I’d randomly developed an allergy to snow mold, as all the snow was beginning to melt over the weekend, but then it started fucking snowing yet again.

Anyways, my sinuses hurt in that oh-so-fun make ya wanna rip them out way.  Doesn’t help that the other night, I went upstairs to take a shower in my mom’s room before bed, walked into her room, saw her asleep with the cat and proceeded to fall on the bed and sob for 10 minutes.  For no good reason.

There are people I wish I could talk to right now, because they make things feel better, but they are gone, or busy, or living their lives without me in them.  Either way, I’ve been biting my lip all day, and breathing through one frigging nostril and to be honest, I’m getting that "my throat is closing up" feeling again.

Tomorrow, I will work a full day (7.30 to 15.30), like I did on Tuesday.  Which reminds me that I didn’t make lunch for tomorrow.  Shit.  Fuckfuckfuck.

Whatever.  I’ll eat chips and drink coke, and munch on the leftover half of my Three Musketeers bar.

Anywho, I should go to bed after Louisville finishes.

Oh, and you-know-who-you-are, if you want anything from Ikea, let me know by tomorrow night.  Lightbulbs?  Those ones you said you can’t get?  Which ones were they?  Need anything else while I’m there?

– your ex-lover is dead – stars –