Meh. Temperature is back up. And I'm sitting here feeling sorry for myself because The Boy is working tonight and I called him and he sounded indifferent. Or maybe distracted. I just wanted a little sympathy and "poor Teppy" noises. I mean, I know I've got them from all y'all, but it's different when delivered in person by one's own BF. But now I'm all worried that he thinks I'm a huge needy whiny pain in the ass.

Meh.

Yeah, Karl, Clovis is like Omar. He never curses.

Yeah but honey, he can be a huge whiny pain in the ass, too. This is the stuff that dreams are made of.

(For what it's worth, UTIs make me weepy and sad -- fragile and nearly depressed, until I've been on the antibiotics for 24 hours).

That's Teppy's boy, not Karl, Clovis, or Omar.

(For all I know)

Having a disability and needing to pee all the time. Unmixy things.

Yeah but honey, he can be a huge whiny pain in the ass, too. This is the stuff that dreams are made of.

Nah, because my knee-jerk assumption is that any need on my part will lead directly and with all haste to a breakup.

I realize that it's crazy. I do. But it's where my brain goes.

Meh.

For what it's worth, UTIs make me weepy and sad -- fragile and nearly depressed, until I've been on the antibiotics for 24 hours

You know what I want? I want dinner to magically appear, brought by the Dinner Fairies who have read my mind and know what I want for dinner even though *I* don't know what I want.

It's not outside the realm of possibility; just at the very very very very VERY far edge of it.

Oh geez. I bet. Also, stomach viruses.

...

Mixy things? My ears and Harry Connick, Jr.'s singing.

I realize that it's crazy. I do. But it's where my brain goes.

You are not alone.

It's not outside the realm of possibility; just at the very very very very VERY far edge of it.

Damned faires. Insent.

I'm sure there are folks on this thread who can attest to me being a pain in the ass.

You won't have to look far, even.

Are you...demanding?