I certainly understand that feeling, and how disappointing it is. On the other hand I can feel warm and connected, and also sexual, towards someone I don’t want to be in a relationship with. I’m in that situation at present, actually - fortunately the young man feels the same way.
I don’t mean at all to invalidate your feelings. I’m just hearing that you feel as though he felt contempt or something like it (‘all you think of me’) and I wanted to suggest that needn’t be the case, hoping that might help you feel better about the situation.
Tramadol makes me dizzy and nauseous. I’m allergic to it and most other effective painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs. With the exception of Soma, which I can get away with in very small doses, Ibuprofen and acetaminophen are as good as it gets for me. Nothing I can take without puking has been able to kill the headache I’ve had, off and on, since Wednesday night. :mad:
Well, today is only two hours old so I’ll have to go with yesterday.
I spent the whole damn day needing to sneeze but couldn’t. I even tried sniffing pepper. My head felt like it weighed about 40 lbs. Then, I finally sneezed and haven’t been able to stop since.
All in all, it was a pretty good day.
It’s Saturday here in Australia and my thirty-ninth wedding anniversary with my lovely spouse. This morning at 8:00am I went to the shops to get us some flowers as a commemorative gesture. My wife generally sleeps in to all hours of a Saturday morning and I thought I had plenty of time to surprise her. I think as soon as I pulled out of the garage our dog ran upstairs and woke the wife because when I arrive home she swings open the door just as I’m opening it and shouts “Happy Anniversary”. Scared the shit out of me and I threw the flowers everywhere. She knew exactly what I was doing because I had left a partially filled vase out on the table for the flowers and she is good at deduction.
I’m gaining weight because I’ve been stress eating, and have three papers that are due by tomorrow night. I feel dismal about the local job situation; not only are places not hiring, but they are letting people go. Why am I in school again? Oh yeah, so I can study, go into debt for student loans at the age of 41, and worry about my future. My brother and sister have lost their jobs and my husband has been cut down to 32 hours a week.
I worry about my daughter all the time lately. That’s been affecting my sleeping and eating habits and I’m constantly tense.
This morning I helped a buddy of mine build a backstop for rifle shooting.
In this photo, my buddy is placing a railroad (RR) tie on top of the wall using his tractor.
After I took the photo (using his phone), he lowered the RR tie onto the wall, and was waiting for me to remove the tongs so that he could back up and go get another RR tie.
Before doing that, I ran over to him and gave him the phone so that he could properly save/store the photo. While fiddling with the phone, he accidently backed up the tractor. With the tongs still attached. This photo shows what happened next.
That’s me in the photo, looking kinda bummed.
So we put the wall back up. Here’s a pic of the finished wall. Here is a pic of me shooting at a steel target placed in front of the wall. From his back deck using a suppressed 10/22.
I slept in, which for me is usually a bad thing; I get all stiff and sore. But not today.
I shower and shave, pack up my gun gear, and head off to the range. En route, I get a car wash and some really good coffee.
The range is kinda crowded, and there’s a wait to get a firing position, but I strike up several pleasant conversations, and soak up some warm Springtime rays.
I drive to Cabela’s at St. Louis Mills Mall for some general gun cleaning stuff (patches, oil, etc) and take a stroll through the Mall. I buy some chewy pecan cookies and wash them down with cold milk.
I come home, and feel in the mood to tackle some personal “admin” stuff, and get pretty organized for a few hours paperwork. Checking my bank account online, I see my tax money is back. Woot! Off to Tachibana’s I go for some sushi and some sake.
For dessert, there’s a large mocha coffee.
My neighbor broke out the grill tonight. The entire neighborhood reeks (in a very good way) of charcoal and freshly grilled meat.
My mantle clock stopped working. I recently had it repaired after it had been over wound. I tried to wind it and it seemed all wound up. It stopped again after an hour.
I took it back to the clock maker.
He wound it and it has been working like a charm. I felt like an idiot.
It’s not really that big a deal. We weren’t dating or anything like that. He was just a nice guy I would talk to at the Starbucks I hang out at. We’d share a table usually, and talk about stuff. Lotta sports, he loves sports.
He has cerebral palsy, and talks with a speech impediment. Sometimes, he’s a little hard to understand, but I could get by.
Well, today out of nowhere, he announces he doesn’t wanna talk to me anymore because I talk too loud. I was like, “WTF? You never said anything about me talking too loud before!”
So anyway, I’m not too disturbed. Actually, our talks were cutting into my reading and writing time, which is why I go to that Starbucks in the first place. It’s right across the street from my house, and I’m still going there, thank you very much.
Normally, I’d feel too uncomfortable to go there now, but not this time. I’m very friendly with the baristas and a couple of other regulars, so I’m still gonna go there.
I dunno. Sometimes he has these weird mood swings. I guess I’ll just leave him alone from now on.
Dung Beetle, thank you for the welcome, much appreciated.
Had a rough weekend, missing kitty so very much. We donated her unused food and other items to the local animal shelter but I couldn’t bring myself to look at the animals. Now, looking at their website, I sort of regret that.
Oh and Queen Tonya, I went through the same thing two weeks ago. I cry very easily these days for some reason.
I’ve put on enough weight that my shirts and pants are tight. I haven’t changed eating or exercise habits so I’ll have to readjust both again after 15 years. Grmph.
Might as well plan to lose 20 instead of the 5 that tipped me over the edge.
A Trojan installer hijacked my computer at work and took hours to get rid of. Most of which I missed, because I had an appointment at the Penn Spine Center, where I underwent some “uncomfortable” tests that I would have called fucking painful (nerve conduction and EMG). Then I was told I should talk to a neurosurgeon. Preferably today.
A considerable time of terror later, I got the surgeon’s approval to try physical therapy before surgery. He clearly didn’t think it will work, and statistically he’s probably right; but for today, that constitutes good news.
I couldn’t find a decent parking place at work tonight so now I have to spend the next four hours worried that I’m going to get a ticket because I parked in a new place.
I know, it’s my fault. I dont demand enough sex, therefore the lack of exercise. I’ve put on the #s too =( Do relationships always have this side effect?
