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I have a cold, I am pmsing, and there is a Tropical Depression, Ernesto, who has managed to complete the whole ruining process of my weekend.
I have a cold. And although I am one of those “don’t do the medicated bullshit” type of girls, I’ve been doped up all day long on Dayquil and in about an hour it will be Nyquil…gel caps because I DON’T DO LIQUIDS… hell I’m not a child. I know how to swallow (and don’t make that last statement into something it shouldn’t be).
I am pmsing which my boyfriend likes to refer to that as “During These Times”. And you know all those stereotypical lies that men continue to plant into our social subconscious about women being these over emotional creature who could cry at the drop of a hat… well I hate to say it but sometimes that shit it true. There was this one time when I was younger that for some reason my mother screwed up the food order and I didn’t get my double bacon cheeseburger with lettuce and mayo (Dairy Queen)… I screamed, I cried, and then sat outside on the porch for 3 hours pondering the crappiness of life… estrogen…PMS… I can’t explain it, kind of like I can’t explain crop circles. And we carry on.
Tropical Depression Ernesto has put the finishing touches on my ruined weekend. Aside from the cold, and the pms my wonderful Labor Day weekend has been abandoned in several ways. It began as a simple go chill with the Boyfriend kind of thing, which somehow transformed itself into a chill with the Boyfriend while entertaining really good friend who decided to come visit (she’s stuck at grad school in Connecticut, she can’t take the bland anymore).
First it was decided that my lAdiEE shouldn’t come down because driving in this mess would be crazy. Then I was on the fence about traveling via train to Hampton Roads to see the boyfriend anyway…the sick, the weather. Finally it was decided that I wouldn’t go…not by my cold, or myself but by Amtrak. To which I must say…credit where credit is due; someone called to tell me that the train wasn’t running from Alexandria (ALX) to Newport News (NPN) due to flooding… thank you Amtrak for blazing through my indecisive mind.
But this is where I am. I am cold, stuck in the house, emotional, moody, PMS need I say more. I don’t get to see my friend and it’s been a while. I don’t get to ride the train and I love the train. And I have to miss my boyfriend. The last is a bit new, or rather a bit different. I’m not sure if it’s because of “during these times”, because I’m sick and naturally want to be taken care of, or because of the simple unaffected fact that I miss him… in a way that is hard to describe to him because I’m strong, and we know I don’t do that emotional shit.
And all of a sudden I feel as if it’s turning into one of those blogs… Straying from an ode to the wanton in between to something a bit more relational and I’ll stop.
Everything good seems so far away…
**fIrefLy**

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