Being sick sucks. I am not a good sick person. Three weeks and I'm done with this bronchitis or whatever that is making it impossible to breathe sometimes. And the swelling, never had that before unless I sprained my ankle. As I sit here drinking my detox tea instead of a cup of coffee, it really, really sucks.
And, all I want is really a night of uninterrupted sleep again.
In the story of my life, I can count the number of real relationships I've had with the opposite sex on one hand, and my thumb belongs to my dad.
Ok, maybe a few of my past relationships were more real than I give them credit for, yet "real relationships" are different than those one may have just because loneliness.
This new relationship, my first, really, since I cancelled my marriage with my former husband, reminds me of the kind one would have in high school. If I was a drama queen, it could be a while different experience for certain, and I wonder if I shouldn't just try to play that role for him. I just don't know if I could be a drama queen. Yet I think he would actually enjoy it. Hmmmmm
