The Never-Ending Ramblings...

I want my SFA

Renee called. I’ve been worried about her. She hasn’t returned my emails, or phone calls. She sounded depressed the last time I spoke to her. She’s been busy at work, she tells me. I am happy. The Alaska job doesn’t sound like it will pan out for her. Sorry. This news brings a smile to my face. (Although, she adds, its not dead yet. I still may get it, but I doubt it.) I don’t ask details. I don’t want to know. I want her on this side of the country. I’d absolutely die if she moved. That far way, I mean. It’s bad enough she lives in WV. Where, if I’m lucky, I get to go once a year. She always comes down for Christmas though.

Yesterday sucked. The weather was horrible, my arm hurt, and my s/f attitude was lost in a cesspool of physical agony and mental pessimism. Today, the weather stinks, but at least – so far anyway – my pain level has dropped to about a 2.5. It feels like heaven, not being at a 6. My SFA(super fantastic attitude) still needs hosing down, carrying residual grime from yesterday’s steep decline. I probably should put club music on. However, at this moment, I’m not sure how receptive I’d be to such a drastic cleansing of upbeatness. I should give it a shot, I can always change my mind.

My work card is shoving itself into my face. UGH. I hope it dries out around here. We have three schools coming this afternoon.

Laney plays away. She woke up this morning w/ a sore throat. I hope she does okay.