First of all, this daylight savings thing is screwing me up in the weirdest ways. I don’t get sleepy at 3am anymore (which should be 4am…) and I get up earlier. I don’t really, ugh, I don’t know. It’s freezing cold, but not cold enough. I’m just feeling really icky and unorganized both inside and out and it’s bothering me. It’s also hard to concentrate on anything with FFXI in the freakin background.
I’m way way way behind on NaNoWriMo and my blogs, again, I just can’t concentrate.
I’m a mess.
I need to clean the room again.
I went downstairs earlier to put the dishes away and my Baby J was kinda doing this funny walk. Like he was trying to do that thing where he digs his nose under the rug but doesn’t/looking for food. And my brother randomly just said “he does that sometimes, he can’t walk right” and I was like “oh. Is that why he was growling earlier?” and he goes “yeah..” apparently there’s something up with my dog that I missed out on while I was gone (what DIDN’T I miss out on when I was gone?) and I dunno. He’s ten, just turned ten. I worry about him. He’s my sunshine.
I was talking to CJ earlier about memories. Funny ones mostly. We have a slight strange friendship. If the conversations I’ve saved for the last ten years were the archive of our friendship (which it kinda actually is) then you’d probably most likely think it were strange too. Sometimes to me it doesn’t make sense, other times it makes perfect sense. Sometimes I have no idea what the fuck is going on, other times I’m content with that. I guess with people you never really get solid answers, not that he hasn’t provided them, but I guess sometimes they’re hard to believe. The point is, he’s always been there for me and that in itself is more than enough. No matter how crazy I was or my thoughts or idea’s or how pissed off or anything, he’s always been there. But sometimes he still feels like this mystery person. If that makes sense.
I dunno.
I need to catch up on other blogs and kick this icky feeling…
