I took down my webrings because people were complaining they couldn’t get past them to the front page. We’ll see how many more hits I get now.
I had an awesome Christmas. I got A Link Between Worlds for Christmas and I’m already done with level two. Getting to Level three is a bitch so far, but I’m going to keep on trying!
I’m trying to get a little healthier. I’m eating vitamins and drinking more water. I’m sure that will cure all that is ailing me. *g* But I want to feel better, so that is a step in the right direction. Ive cut out pop from my diet before, I can do it again. No big deal.
My weight is down to 131. I officially weigh less than I did in high school. My doctor wants me to lose 32 more pounds before he’ll quit recommending weight loss surgery. I was never morbidly obese, but I am tall. I felt much better when I was in the 170′s.
I’m back writing again. That’s a good thing. I want to write more and more as time goes on. I was able to write five pages last night, and I want to continue to do so into the next year.
On Christmas Day I got a much needed bath, a made bed, and some well deserved sleep. I felt so much better when I woke up at six fifty that day. I thought I was over being super sleepy, but I’m not. I could sleep for days and not feel well-rested. Until now. Now I feel much better.
Since I’m feeling so good, I should attempt at some cleaning. The desk needs tidying up again, and the shelf above it is really cluttered. I need to clean out my desk and throw away 90% of what is in it. Old address labels, out-dated stamps from the 00′s, pens that don’t work anymore, even if they are cute or cool and I want to keep them, duplicate cables, Sims boxes need to be put on the shelf, and throw out most of my media files. I’m never going to use them again, and I have my external drive now, so CDs and DVDs are obsolete, to me. Anyone want any of that stuff? I’d much rather give it away than throw it away.
So what’s really on my mind? Obviously something because I’m forcing myself to change and at the same time I am cleaning house.
It’s my ex, Dave.
I miss Dave so incredibly much, but I can never see or talk to him again, since he died in 2012; GSW to the back of the head. I’ve begun dreaming about him, playing the Ocarina of Time, like we used to play together, remembering the Christmases we spent together. Why we never fully took our marriage seriously. It’s all just bad memories, and I am stirring them up so badly. I had a friend tell me that I was most involved with Dave in the year of the snake, and here it is, the year of the snake again. Back when I was first with him, things were good. Now they’re not so good. I can’t say they’re bad because that would mean that they can’t get any worse, and I know that’s untrue. I’ve dug out old pictures of Dave that I just can’t get out of my mind, and I feel so empty when I look at them. Dave was there for me when I first had to take Prozac, ride the bus home, and when I got my Driver’s License. Dave was the the first person who cared about me. Whether others liked him or not, that’s another story. I know that little bitch Marcie made things hard for us, but she’s out of my life now.
That’s all I can blog right now.