• I’ve been battling allergies since getting over my cold.
• I never used to have allergies.
• It sucks.
• I really need to go to the grocery store, but have no motivation to leave the house.
• Nor any money to go shopping with.
• My tire has a slow leak in it that I need to get fixed asap.
• This is the third tire since I’ve moved into this house that has gotten a leak.
• I’ve only gotten to see Ashlyn once because of the cold I had, then my allergies have been kicking my butt.
• Tom and Paul caught my cold and both think they’re dying.
• I need to start saving money to fill my propane tank for the winter.
• I don’t have any money to save.
• I hate being poor.
• I wonder how much of the money I make doing PPP will have to be paid back in taxes.
• I’m not making much money doing PPP anyhow. I’ll be upset if it really screws with my taxes.
• My taxes have been screwy the last couple of years anyhow.
• I really want a pottery wheel.
• Does anyone have one that they want to give me?
• I still have not cleaned off my desk.
• I’ve actually not used my computer much these past two weeks.
• I’ve been concentrating on breathing, instead.
• Its really weird to have to concentrate on breathing.
• I have nothing to post about.
• I haven’t had anything to post about for a long time.
• I’m going to sleep now.
• Goodnight.

Have I mentioned that I’m sick?   I should do a recording so you can hear my voice, or lack there of.  So, I guess, technically, it would be a waste of time.

I’m going to curl up in a ball and hack my lungs out now.

If you really want something to read, check out this or this (both are past examples of me being a drama queen!).

I’m keeping in contact with Trish via text messages.  I will be updating her blog with any news there is.  Don’t hold your breath.

Hopefully, one day, I’ll be able to function again.

Why do I have a fever?

Why do I feel like I’m a bobble head?

Why do my lungs feel like I’ve been inhaling sand?

Why does it happen on a night where I can’t go to sleep when I want?

Why did I not go to the store yesterday when I felt a little better than this?

Why did I allow myself to run out of things that I need tonight.

…or something like that, there was a girl named Sheila. Sheila was very distraught with the mess that is called her desk.

Sheila often stared at her desk while surfing the ‘net, and thought, “Holy smokes, did the apocalypse occur, making my desk a natural disaster area?”

Yet, Sheila did nothing about it. Because, that would require motivation… And, we all know that Sheila isn’t incredibly motivated.

One day, the top of Sheila’s desk was almost completely covered by crap. Sheila continued to eyeball the piles that seemed to grow on their own while continuing to surf the ‘net. She contemplated the loitering of the stacks of paper, and started to shuffle some items around.

Then, off in the not-so-distant distance, Sheila could hear Tom stir quietly in his sleep.

Alas, by not wanting to wake the peaceful creature, Sheila was left to stare at the landfill desk, knowing full well that she would not be motivated to clean it tomorrow.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I have nothing vaguely interesting to talk about here lately. I’ve actually have thought about this for some time now.

I keep hoping for something interesting to happen at work - nothing. I watch carefully while I’m at the supermarket for an annoying child or adult - nothing. I’ve not been nearly killed by any overly stupid drivers.

Nothing.

I suppose I should be content. Which, really, I am.

But, it makes for horrible posts.

Wordpress plugins?

Whats the scoop?  I activate them… and nothing happens.

My car wouldn’t start today.

Really.

I’m not joking.

I wish to God I were.

So, I finally got a jump start, drove it to my mother’s house and hooked it up to a battery charger.

Come to find out a couple hours later, the battery was completely out of water. I’m fairly certain that I fried out the battery.

I’m actually kind of hoping that its only the battery. If its the alternator or the starter, we’re in for another huge hit financially. Damned foreign cars. I’ll find out tomorrow, I guess.

My mom lent me the money for a new battery, thank goodness. I’ll be paying that off a dollar a week for the next 23 years (okay, slight exaggeration there).

I really pray that this is it for a while… and that I win the lottery (which I can’t even afford to play!!) very very soon.