blustocking | those in glass houses...

Okay...you want to know what the really weird thing is...I'm fine. Physically, I mean. I'm only slightly numb still and I have YET to experience pain that wasn't related to an accidental bump into my cheek. I have yet to take the Vicodin and the swelling is very, very minimal. I'm sure tomorrow, I'll hate life, but for now, I'm feeling okay. I desperately want some Domino's thin crust or some grilled cheese though. But right now, extra creamy French Vanilla yogurt is pretty damn good. I haven't tried the peach or Dulce de Leche ones yet. I also have green apple Jell-O and Berry Blue Jell-O.

It's nice to have the place to myself for a few days while I recover (Staci is in Santa Barbara), but it would also be nice to have someone to watch my movies with. :(

It's pretty flattering to get checked out in the grocery store when you are looking like a pale, little chipmunk who's either getting ready for a very early Winter or has a fetish for mushy-food. Yep.

I feel better about recent "awakenings". I do. I've come to my own conclusions based on what others have told me, personal experience, and an ability to empathize. This is how I work. A day or two spent in venting then the slow process of weeding out what I feel is the truth. I have a good grasp on the situation now and no one who is involved even knows what the eff I'm talking about...okay, maybe one person. I've made some exceptions, some rationalizations, some condemnations, and I think I know. It's good to know. Now, if only certain people would stop worrying about others and take a good, hard look at themselves, we'd be set. Hell...I did it and I realized I'm guilty of the same things I was upset for (not in such an extreme manner, but all the same). It's your turn.

Meh...I'm missing the Simpsons.
Thank you...ALL of you.