Welcome 2009...lame.
I'm back! Just in time to document the many new years resolutions that will be abandoned by march...who am I kidding, by mid January. I have come to admit that I am a realatively weak person when it comes to my weaknesses. Stay away from sugar..forget it. Give up my lattes..not on your life. Exercise 3x's a week..shoot me.
The past six weeks have been dificult and the holidays have naturally compounded the stress. Personal and family drama peeked with Davids dad landing in the hospital for multiple back surgeries. It was pretty scary considering he's 86! I hit my own hell one day at McDonalds. It was 10:31 when I rolled up to the intercom at the drive thru. I was there for one reason and one reason only..breakfast! But NOOO the lifeless voice beaming through that infuriating little box said I was too late. Too late by 1 minute! The car in front of me got breakfast but evidentally everything magically disappears the minute the clock tics over to 10:31. Needless to say, I lost it. Yelled at the little fucker in the box to get a personality and proceeded to make the line of cars behind me back up. All the while I am screaming insults into the box. Yeah, it was bad and a personal low point. I realized then that I needed to take some time to chill out. It's 5 weeks later and Dave is still in the hospital but stable and all other dramas have mostly run their courses. I'm finally starting to feel a bit like my old self...thank you meds.
The past six weeks have been dificult and the holidays have naturally compounded the stress. Personal and family drama peeked with Davids dad landing in the hospital for multiple back surgeries. It was pretty scary considering he's 86! I hit my own hell one day at McDonalds. It was 10:31 when I rolled up to the intercom at the drive thru. I was there for one reason and one reason only..breakfast! But NOOO the lifeless voice beaming through that infuriating little box said I was too late. Too late by 1 minute! The car in front of me got breakfast but evidentally everything magically disappears the minute the clock tics over to 10:31. Needless to say, I lost it. Yelled at the little fucker in the box to get a personality and proceeded to make the line of cars behind me back up. All the while I am screaming insults into the box. Yeah, it was bad and a personal low point. I realized then that I needed to take some time to chill out. It's 5 weeks later and Dave is still in the hospital but stable and all other dramas have mostly run their courses. I'm finally starting to feel a bit like my old self...thank you meds.
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