Well, welcome to what may be the final life post for the week! Today was actually productive, even tho it started out in a horrible way. I awoke to intense stomach pain, and spent most of the morning both at home and at work in the bathroom, to the point my supervisor sent me home. What made that worse was I had zero way home and had to walk a mile and a half to Kum n Go to get bus money and then walk half the way back to get to the bus stop. Needless to say, I think I cured myself of my problems.
After that, I had to run by Verizon to pay my phone bill, only to find out the blasted place does not open until roughly ten in the morning. This meant that I had to find a place to wait, and I decided that there would be no better place to wait than Walmart.
You may be asking yourself why in all things holy was I not home and resting. One main reason behind this my dear Watson, my mother has a compromised immune system and Kaci was not off, so I literally had nowhere to go to rest. The positive side of this is my stomach finally finished emptying itself around ten, and I was able to keep food down shortly after.
After I paid the bill I did the much-dreaded thing that I discussed with Kaci over I-Hop, I went to Toys R Us. Dear god, I have never heard that many children screaming at one time before. My daughter turns five tomorrow, and I hadn't had time with work and everything else (minus over the last weekend but alas, ride), and I also needed to tag in my help on it.
I never realized I became old. Literally, everything she is into is so foreign to me that I cannot comprehend the slightest detail. This, and the fact that my stomach decided to strike again, which made the whole enterprise quite a disaster. But I got her something that I hope she will enjoy, and that is all I want from it.
After that I finally decided to go home, the sickness winning out. I quarantined myself in my room and fell asleep, and I had the nightmares again. I have been having recurring nightmares since I was ten, and they seem to repeat themselves when I am sick, stressed, or exhausted. I wish I could remember more, but I wake up with the feeling that I have been in the dream before.
After that, I sat down and played Fallout 4 for roughly 6 hours. I need to break myself of the want to play that game, but something compels me to finish it. To explore everything in the hopes of finding something new.
After that, I came to the realization that I have no drive to finish writing anymore, and went to the writing Reddit to ask for help. I am going to take their advice, step back, load up some horror movies, and try and regain my muse again.
I am exhausted, and I will not sleep until I go to work. With all luck, I will not work Saturday, tho that is very unlikely. Thank you for reading if you have, and I will see you in the next one.
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