Benadryl and the Devil

Okay, we're all aware that I'm a little psychologically fragile on the best of days. Apparently Benadryl pushes me right over the edge. I've had sort of a stuffy head, snotty nose, itchy eye/ear/throat affliction for the past two days. Each night, I've taken a Benadryl to help me sleep and clear up the stuffy/itchy/snotty. And I've had terrible, very real nightmares. I scream in my sleep, and that wakes me up. Then, I worry about really random things for an hour or two, and then I sleep again. I'm also slightly paranoid and generally nervous. The woman at my window moments ago who wished bad things on my children didn't help much. Hm. I thought *I* was a nutcase. What a wackadoo. I didn't tell her that I didn't have children. She also said "God don't like ugly, but he doesn't like pretty either. Sometimes all that pretty hides the devil." Is she calling me ugly? Pretty? The Devil? I'll go with pretty, it makes me feel less crawly.

Yeah, That's About Right

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So, It's Been Awhile

I haven't posted in awhile...No real reason, I guess, just not much interesting to report. but like I said, it's been awhile, so time for an update.

Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be 24 years old. Justin got me a cake which is the most important thing, as I haven't had a real birthday cake in a very long time. I'm also getting presents, yay!

Everything is settled up with the insurance company after my January wreck, and now all that's left for me to do is find the right car. Shopping begins, perhaps this weekend...

I will be making a trip to Canyon next weekend to see my friend Patrick get married. As his wedding is outdoors, and in the panhandle, not to mention on Friday the 13th, let's hope it doesn't snow.

I went to the doctor last week (maybe the week before) and I've lost eight pounds in about six weeks. A little more than a pound a week, which is less than I want to lose, but just about what is medically recommended, so I'm happy. Also, I can wear my one size smaller than usual pants after they come out of the dryer without lying on the bed to zip. This is great news.

I will be making a trip to Levelland at the end of the month to see my younger brother and sister graduate from high school. I think Justin and I will be staying in a hotel for this. It's just too much stress to stay with my family. There's always a lot going on there, and right now, I'm having an issue with one particular member of that set.

The issue: Apparently someone (I'm assuming my step mother) is going around and telling people that I don't have a degree. This is really pissing me off, for reasons that should be obvious. (Besides the fact that it's got my mom all in a tizzy. ugh.) The only reason that she can behave like that is because I chose not to walk my graduation. I think it's silly is all. Besides, no one had enough interest to come see me when I did plays and the like, why should I bother getting them all together for a 30 second walk across a stage. Even if said walk did cost $30k to take. So anyway, I'll be taking my diploma home over the break and telling the doubters to shove it up their asses.

OH! I just got a balloon boquet from my dad...I could cry. Wow!!

Back to work...feeling much better!!