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There’s nothing like tossing & turning, trying to get to sleep and all the while feeling that strange tickle in your lungs like you need to cough, constantly. I bought soups from Vons, some grapefruit juice and more cold medicine. Oh, and fabric softener because I ran out and need to do a bunch of laundry… eventually. I also need to wash a ton of dishes because I’ve been silently protesting cleaning the apartment. Who am I kidding? I just didn’t fucking feel like it. I still don’t, especially now.

I did manage a win in that Devin cleaned up all the junk mail that had accumulated on the floor and took out the trash. Since it’s a surprise whenever he cleans, I asked him about it and he said that the trash had started stinking, so he took it out. If there’s anything that’ll prompt me to clean, it’s stink. Unfortunately, I can’t smell anything lately, so I didn’t get that inspiration. I told him it was likely all the dirty dishes in the sink that stink, anyway, but I’m sure the trash didn’t help. He did say he’d wash half of the dishes if I did half.

I hate coughing.

I missed a day of NaBloPoMo. After being ditched for wine tasting yesterday by the husband, I was feeling the cabin fever after spending almost 2 straight days of watching TV shows online and not doing much else. Thankfully, while my friend Jessica and her friend James were hanging out at her place being sick, we were all hungry so I went with them for some Chick-Fil-A. We then went to the bar near by and spent a couple of hours watching James cockblock.

I had 1.5 drinks, but I smoked and so I’m quite feeling the decrease in my immunity system right now. Serves me right. I was feeling better and now I’m feeling worse off. I’m primarily suffering from drowsiness¹, coughing up phlegm and congestion. At least my throat doesn’t hurt too much as that would make my job that much harder. It sucks to have talking as a predominant part of your job when you’re ill.

On another note, I’m finally figuring out how to improve Gunny’s diet. The husband picked up some Iams since we ran out of her good diet food² and I noticed she starts whining for food almost immediately after finishing it off. I can ignore her for the most part when I’m awake, but it’s the most infuriating thing when I’m trying to get as much sleep as I can before work or while I feel like poop! I don’t know why I never Googled it before. It seems like such obvious knowledge that I should’ve had a long time ago³. Needless to say, I’m more aware of what she needs in her food and what to stay away from, in regards to the main ingredients. Thankfully I have two cans of the wet good diet food that I can give her in the meantime until I can make my way to Petco for more of the dry stuff.

I am officially in my mid-20s. The big ol’ two-five. How scary! Not really. It’s exciting. I love birthdays and I don’t mind a big getting older. Perhaps that’ll change when I’m inching towards new decades but right now, I’m just fine In the picture above, one of my coworkers brought in a giant cupcake with candles all lit and they all sang me happy birthday. I had just clocked out and it was midnight, so it was done pretty much on the dot. How awesome, right??

Things in the apartment are slow-going as far as unpacking goes. I’ve also missed two weeks of “laundry day” Thursdays. I’ll try catching up tomorrow. I need to get shit done soon, since my Marinara friends are coming down the 2nd weekend of September to visit!! I can’t wait! I miss them tons!!

Last night I went to my first drive-in movie in, oh, probably 15 years! My friend Jessica and I took her truck with the roomy cab and watched Rise of the Planet of the Apes and Captain America: The First Avenger. I don’t think I would have seen them otherwise. I’m just not a theater-goer much these days unless it’s something I seriously need to see in theaters. Say, oh, like the Harry Potter films haha. It was great times and the fact that you can talk to each other, smoke, drink, eat whatever all through out is a huge perk next to the $8 for two new releases! Hells yeah!

Tonight, the husband and I will be going out with a few friends to our first San Diego/Hillcrest gay bar! I’m definitely excited! Tomorrow is when I’m celebrating my birthday at our bar with karaoke and such. Sunday will be a day of recovery

The Forgot To Hit Post ETA: I never posted this and that’s kind of embarassing since it was kind of a time-sensitive thing. Everything went pretty well for going out to the gay bar until we discovered a ton of charges from one place hit our account all that day, which kept us from drinking as much as much as we wanted¹. What was supposed to be my party for not only my non-coworkers, but my coworker friends as well. Nobody but 4 of my non-work friends showed up. Also, the karaoke machine had broken. And we were still broke. At various points I felt like tears would well up because I felt hurt and I was bummed! However, I felt stupid because I had had such a great time on my actual birthday. You win some, you lose some. It just made me so angry that people RSVPed yes and had told me they were excited for it, even allegedly getting the night off… and nothing. No advanced notice that they couldn’t come because of work or whatever else… Really?? That’s rude. Rude rude rude. *deep breath* I’m just glad that I did have friends who were there for me BOTH nights. They’re the best Like, for serious!

OH. MY. GOD. My sinuses are killing me. I’m all sorts of itchy around the top area of my face. My nose has gone from random dripping to down-right streaming all the while going from one nostril to the other being stuffed up to some degree. No amount of sneezing is providing relief, nor is blowing my nose, taking decongestants or Benadryl. This has been going on since Monday.

I can’t tell if it’s a cold of sorts or allergies. I’ve never really been an allergy sufferer, so I really don’t know what the difference is. I’m just so tired of the circus going on in my head. I’m actually kind of afraid of taking the antihistamines since the last time I did, I ended up with a fucked up sense of taste, which I found is a possible side-effect.

I have to say one of the worst feelings, though, is when I’m all hyped up for a sneeze and it just … disappears. Talk about a tease! I work tonight. I really hope this shit doesn’t keep me down all night…

I am a sentimental kind of person. I love to reminisce, even though it usually gets me weepy and yearning to either revisit or even relive those past times. Not to mention, thanks to my romantasising even the worst of them, if enough time has passed, there’s almost no point in the past that I wouldn’t go back to for at least a moment. I mean, looking back on chat logs between an ex-boyfriend and I about whether we would get back together… I can’t remember exactly how I was feeling back at that moment other than what was said in those conversations and what paths we took, I’m thinking now why didn’t I? Reminiscing, especially if I have physical aids, is dangerous for me

Considering I found logs burned onto a CD that go back as far as 2000(!!!!), there’s also the fact of how I just … typed. 13 years old and I definitely had the lazy grammar and bad spelling ¹ that is hallmark of that age group. Not only that, but I tried to be “creative” in my bad typing. I used “yu” instead of “you”… A LOT. That’s hard to read. I feel flush with embarrassment the way I conveyed myself in some conversations. However, I can definitely see the progression I made since I have logs up to 2004. I definitely got better, let me tell you. Hell, I don’t even need these chat logs to display how awful I was with typing in the past. I have LiveJournals that show it even worse!

Now, there’s nothing like finding a conversation saved for a purpose. Lord knows the logs I have saved aren’t all the conversations I’ve had over those years. One such conversation was as casual as they come between a guy friend of mine and this friend actually happened to be an ex². It started out unassuming and quite casual and out of nowhere, he apologizes. A simple couple of lines of an apology for having acted like an “ass” for the couple of years after we broke up. There’s little I remember about our relationship back then except certain feelings of memories, but I do remember after we broke up, I appeared to be the most annoying person on the planet to him and he made it be known. Considering this apology took place years after he’d outgrown that and we were on good terms, it took me by surprise. However, I don’t appreciate it any less, especially since I still have record of it and can stumble upon it at various random points in my life and be reminded of that moment.

Then there are the more dangerous logs that I’ve kept that are more negative or shameful than anything. Inappropriate exchanges with boys, people telling me how I ruined them³… I really can’t recall what was going through my mind when I decided to burn these logs to a disc that made me think it was a good idea to do so with these particular logs. This is where I wax philosophical… While I go through my life thinking I don’t make that much of an impact on people or in their life, perhaps I kept them to remind myself of the contrary. Though, with this particular person, my memory and certain other logs remind me that they were overly dramatic, even for most other teenagers I knew at the time.

Perhaps I should change the title to “dwelling in the past is dangerous”? Well, as long as I just take occasional visits instead of living there, what’s the harm, right?