I came home from work a little early today, ate lunch, talked to my mom for a few minutes, and then went to sleep. I slept for about five hours. Then I went to the store to pick up some more cold medicine, orange juice, and kleenex, and came home. I talked to my dad for a few minutes, ate dinner, and I'm about to go sleep some more.
I am tired.
I'm mostly tired of being sick, but I'm also tired of all the random little things that have added up to a fairly serious amount of stress in my life. Most of it is incidental and no one's real fault, so the things that are actual people's fault are making me very angry. That feeling will subside soon enough as the problem once again goes underground, but the next time it rears its ugly little head, I honestly don't know what will happen on my end. Not an instigation of physical violence, don't worry. I'm not sure I can always turn the other cheek, but I do know that I would never start a fist fight. Or slap fight or pushing match. It just really isn't in me.
It's awesome that my Wisconsonian friend is back in town for a little bit because it is excellent talking with him in person. I am feeling better tonight than I did this morning so that's good, and there was a new episode of The Office on tv tonight that had me laughing out loud in that first part before the credits even roll. That's always a good sign.
Come back later for the first edition of The Friday Five!
Good times, good times.