32 year old Pagan
female who lives in Florida with her guy and two cats, loves Disney,
reads fanatically, tinkers in photography and believes growing up is
overrated.
Deals with several chronic health concerns and thus works
part time at a therapeutic massage studio as an Administrative Assistant. Also runs her own small business,
PhoenixFire Designs.
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There are people on the net that
have nothing better to do with their time then be nasty to other
people online. They post rude comments, spend hours a day talking
about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a day
talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for
their opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone
to fit into their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw
a temper tantrum.
To these people I say
grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the
web is a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say here, or who I am,
or what I do, or talk about, or what I look like, or the color of my
hair, or whatever asinine thing you dwell on,
go somewhere else. It's really, really easy. Honest. You just
click the little "x" in the corner of your browser and *poof* the
offending, big, mean and nasty site has disappeared.
I pay for this site. It's mine.
That means I can use it for whatever the hell I want to. Don't like
it if I'm bitching about something in my life? Oh fucking well. Go
somewhere else. Think I'm stupid for expressing my thoughts? Too
fucking bad, don't read them. Somewhere along the line, someone
forgot this simple fact: Live and let live
Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care. This
journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to
write and express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So
read or don't, it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours)
bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
: : blue skies ahead : :
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Sunday, June 28, 2009
Sunday Mornings Suck As usual, I find myself hating my Sunday morning open shift at work. My stomach is killing me and I have hours and hours left to go. Ugh. Plus, I'm so exhausted. The cats woke me up at 4:08am this morning and I fitfully dozed until 5:22am when I got up to feed them and then fitfully dozed again until 7:30am when the alarm went off. I really only had four, unbroken hours of sleep and the rest was crap.
What didn't help was I woke up Saturday morning with brutal fatigue. My whole body ached like it does when you've been sick for a week and everything was about ten times harder than it should have been. I felt utterly drained. So not getting a good night's sleep last night after such a bad fatigue day yesterday means today is just crap. When I got up this morning, I swear, it was all I could do not to break down crying because of the frustration over being so weary and tired.
Anyone who's dealt with chronic fatigue issues will understand that feeling and anyone who's been lucky enough to never experience it will think this sounds really extreme and overly dramatic. But fatigue isn't just a physical thing. It's mentally and emotionally draining as well.
Tomorrow I have to get up early as well because I need to drive up to Mom's get her and then drive another 20-30 minutes from there to the dealership I bought my car from. They gave me a 30 day warranty and I had one of my co-worker's husbands do a once-over on it for me (since he's a mechanic) and there's a few things that need addressing. Most pressing is that the seals on the intake manifold need replacing. GM's apparently are known for this issue as they use plastic seals that eventually crack and oil gets into places it shouldn't - like the radiator. Which is what's happening on mine at the moment. So I need to get it up there before my 30 days is up so they can fix it.
I just hope they don't give me a hard time. When I called yesterday to make the appointment for Monday, the service tech guy who answered was just about as slimy as they come. Going so far as to even ask me how old I was! Seriously? What the hell? So anyway, I'm not looking forward to the stress of that but it needs doing and I sure as hell am not paying for it out of pocket!
The dealership is a good hour drive away from me so I need to make sure I'm up early so I can be at Mom's early and I can get the car to the dealership early enough to give them time to work on it. Which means I won't be home until probably tomorrow evening. It's going to be a long day.
Anyway, Sunday mornings suck. I'm exhausted, my stomach is killing me and I still have 2.5 hours left until I can go home and relax. Wish me luck - today I think I'm going to need it.
