^^That’s a damned shame. 158 hours my site was down in April. That’s also unacceptable. But meh, what am I going to do about it? Change hosts? LMFAO. No. I’ll be here with rackspace until I die. At least I’m loyal. Stupid, but loyal. I’m the same way with people. I’ve had people fuck over me and then come running back, begging for money (It’s kiddie’s birthday! I’m too much of a failure to provide for my child, can you spare a thousand again? Oh, and I’m sorry about all that shit), or favours or something and I fall back in like of helping them. I can’t count how many times my best friend has deleted my page and I still speak to him.
Chloe is eating breakfast and other meals now. It’s just a matter of time before she’s back in the regular hospital room. I’m excited about that because I want her home as soon as possible.
I’m not in the best of health. I really wish that I could say that I felt better and that things were going great, but they just aren’t. Tomorrow I have meetings all damned day. Today I still have to clean up and cook. The temperature is rising, and I want to just sleep it off. But I can’t. I have to get things done as fast as I can. Rushing through time is a bad thing. I want to sit back and take in all that I can, but at the same time I want to get through all this bad shit as fast as I can. Let me be well again. Let the school year never end. Let me be healthy. Let Chloe come home and be well. The hospital still hasn’t told me what the bacteria was that Chloe got sick on. What if it was my cooking? What if it was something she got into at school? I’m sure if it was really bad they’d alert the CDC, but I hate not knowing.
If you’re curious about my mood, go read yesterday’s rant. I was in such a bitchy mood yesterday that nothing could bring me up. Today I am in a crying mood. They just cycle endlessly. I want it to rain, I want to see the sunshine. Makes sense, doesn’t it? The endless, the needless. I have low blood sugars, and I want to stop that. I want that normal, too.
Dennis called me, at least. He’s been ill and didn’t want to make my life any harder by having to care for him, so he’s at Ierrie’s place until he feels better. I told him that I thought he was mad at me. He said he knew that’s what I would think, but it’s not true. I left out the part where I wanted to have the affair with his best friend. I don’t think that would be a good idea at this point, to say anything about it, or even think about that man anymore.
Tomorrow’s gonna be another day!