bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- pain so, sometimes i wake up on the wrong side of the bed, really, for no good reason, other than unpleasant dreams that i can't remember, and only have the sour and foggy recollections of feelings, and i can't shake those no matter what. and then there are days like that wherein i also wake up with an excruciating pain in my right shoulder that no amount of heating pad will fix. I'm not opting for the meds today, because yesterday was sinus headache day and the pills i took did nada for pain, but made me unbelievably spacey. more so than usual. i want a cookie. maybe some oatmeal. a massuse named marc who welds stuff, a clean apartment, days off, no appetite for chocolate, ears that clamp up when the 'valen' word gets used, yet i still give out hello kitty cards on that stupid day, because i figure, hey- mail and candy.i want this pain to go away. i want to deal with people who have some common sense. i don't want to deal with spazz-matazzes anymore. i want to punch people who spell 'any', as 'n-e' i want to go back to that record store that was heaven for vinyl and picked up a copy of 'the blasting concept', thereby replacing my first copy (which incidentally, was one of my first forrays into punk rock). i think i like the new layout of diaryland. even if it scared me at first. i wonder if it will affect my page. xoxo beth b. ps. tell me stories 14:07:08 - 2001-02-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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