Living Thing

People I miss the most: Mom, Dad, Bob, Jeff. Not necessarily in that order. I just pulled out some ice cream my mom got for me while she was here. It was to help a fund raiser I was advocating. Just made a smoothie with the blender Bob got me when he was here about a year ago.
Sometimes I'm afraid of how much these people care about me. I'm tempted to scream, "I'm not much! I'll disappoint you some day!" While that may be true, these are also smart people who probably know that by now.
My funk of a day started getting nothing done, as my ex roommate is not positive about signing her off the lease. Makes no sense to me, but I respect her and I'll let do her thing. So no staffing agency today since I didn't think I would have time. Lynchburg, where are your jobs? Mez, where is your motivation?

Trying to be healthier, she said as she sipped her mango cranberry smoothie. I had blueberries in my cereal this morning, she mused, twirling her glass. Even worked out a bit.

My exuberant roommate will be home soon. I want to sleep, travel, land a job. This scary mood is one that I had for a few years of my life; I'd rather not go back to who I used to be.

I hate making people feel unloved. It makes me want to cry every time I think about it. "It can't be that bad, can it?" a woman asked me as I walked back from the gym.

If going to Annapolis re-mends relationships or helps people feel loved, even if they are loved nonetheless, I will go.

This is not quite the day I thought it would be.