IT'S RAINING!

      I woke up today, positive I was sick. I feel better now, excluding this damn headache. And all I did was play some Sims, play the piano and check my mail...and make a whole bunch of noise in the kitchen. Thankfully I no longer need to wash each dish by hand after each meal! Each day!
      Oh well. I came on here with something to talk about; but now I don't know what. The rain distracted me...I'm going outside now. Been waiting for rain for FOREVER!

August 28th, 2014, Thursday

      Ow. Ow. So sore. Everything's hurting. Feels like I bruised every damn bone in my body. My heart hurts when I laugh; I can barely walk. Even my butt hurts. My hair's falling out; I pull out at least a handful a day. I should be bald by now...I probably will be soon. I need sleep...It's not even six yet. But boy, am I ready to go down.
      I think I'll go now. Play some Checkers, maybe read for awhile. Maybe I'll even just start that movie marathon. I watched the series earlier this week or last week - whatever, all the days run into one another and I don't care anymore. But I want to see them again. This one time, a long time ago, I watched the first and then I was going to watch the others, but never did. So now, I wonder - do I ignore it and watch them all, or do I just watch the series from the second to the fourth? Because that marathon is unfinished and it's kind of bugging me; even though I finished the series between then and now.
      I don't know anymore. It's getting mighty strange inside my head. I correct everyone's grammar, I straighten what's lopsided, pens must be capped, drawers must be closed...I think it's getting worse. Like my memory. I keep forgetting the names of my aunts and uncles and cousins.
      Speaking of my cousins, I am so glad I don't know them in person. They are being very indecent lately. Posting pictures of themselves wearing just their skin and makeup. Getting secret tattoos! I'm just glad I'm not a part of their immaturity. I mean, I have my own style of immaturity, but at least I respect myself.

Peer Pressure (From NOT A Peer)

      Apparently having the mildest case of epilepsy cannot go unjustified. Today my mother wanted me to keep an open mind about taking medicinal marijuana. Okay, I don't like getting dizzy; but I am not taking drugs. Ever. I tried telling her that, over and over; but she wouldn't accept it as my answer. She gave me a month to "stop being so close-minded", but I'll just say no when she asks me again and I can stop pretending to forget.

Pet Peeves

      I saw a commercial earlier of a woman pushing her baby buggy while jogging. That really gets on my nerves. If you can't trust your kid home alone with your husband, divorce him and call a babysitter. If you don't have a husband or a phone, get one or both, or maybe do some sit-ups, jumping jacks, you know, home exercises. Babies probably don't enjoy eating the bugs flying into their faces; if you want to increase the difficulty in your exercise, lift some dumbbells. Dumbbell.

      And what's the deal with doggy sweaters? Don't you realize they've already got coats?
      I had more to post, but trying to be funny has taken all my concentration. What I'm left with now is that never-ending fatigue and hunger, boredom, mild annoyance at my Goddess-be-damned awful luck, and...I swear there was something else too. Probably the hours in the day feeling dreadfully long when I'm tired and horrifically short when I'm busy. I know people hate me, but why must time itself play pranks?