I Have a HUGE Mosquito Bite on My Butt
And I also have about seven little ones on the other cheek. I am kind of disgusted. But then I think, do I just have my butt raised in the air while I sleep? How have they gotten themselves wedged in there so easily and so many times?
My brother responded to an email I sent him. I was really excited to hear from him, because I haven’t been good at keeping touch (and he really isn’t the best either). We love each other, of course, but we be busy, you know? Mike’s the kind of guy that falls into his own world. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t mean well, or that he doesn’t think of these things, it’s just that he is so consumed. I guess I am kind of like that, too, though. I’m just not to that point, yet where he is at.
I talked to Kristin today. That was nice. It’s sad knowing that she won’t be here next fall. She’s a very easy person to talk to, and I wish I had taken more time with talking to her. I think she knows I mean well. Oh, hi, Kristin. I’ll miss you when I leave soon, you know.
Lots of worms today.
The sickness turned into a terrible cough. The terrible cough turned into a difficult cough with a heavy side-effect of a sore throat. That sucked. I drank a lot today. A lot of cold things. I am going to have another popsickle when I am done.
Lately, I have been writing the wrong words. Let’s say that I want to write “when”. For some reason, I write “while”. I am writing words correctly, but they’re just the wrong ones. It’s a good thing that I don’t have to look down when I type, because otherwise I would miss a lot of things. Though, it would be funny to read an entry like that sometime.
I realized that Spring is the most depressing weather. It’s such a tease. Maybe that’s why I have been acting so pessimistic lately. Not pessimistic, but rather, things aren’t going my way. Only one thing seems to be going my way, and that makes it seem like a bad set of balance scales where there is only one thing in one plate and several things in the other. Don’t worry other things, you will soon be better or no longer continued.
Summer is going to be really humid. I can tell. I don’t think I will like that, but at least I won’t have to wear tights anymore. There starting to be a drag.
Kristin went out for a smoke, and I keep hearing a man’s voice outside the door, and I am wondering if he is talking with her. I wonder who that is? The cute neighbor upstairs? He and I have been parking in the guest lot at the exact same time a lot lately. That’s weird.
