...I was talking about in my last post. And I was right - I do hate myself - but not for the reasons I thought....
Yes, I am slightly hungover, but its the banged elbow incident of last night which kept me up all night and made me so tired and miserable today that I didn't go to work.
Not great I know - but I have to say - do you know how nice it was to spend the whole day in bed? And a whole day in bed was great for the arm.
Sigh - tomorrow - back to the brual reality of life. Mind you, there's probably only so many days I could spend in bed without losing my mind....
"What?" asked the drunk chick going through the grocery checkout (me).
You know you're old when the grocery guy who is grey and bald knows cooler lingo than you...
I have no idea what the fuck he was talking about. But I am absolutely emjoying my roasted almonds in dark chocolate and some pod thingys sponsored by Mars.
Okay - that was a teaser... but here's me doing the tourist thing and kissing the Blarney Stone at Blarney Castle
And before you ask - yes it was a production for the one-limbed wonder, but the man who helped me (whom I believe is a Blarney Castle institution) made it simple as!
So I spent the weekend sulking. I ate bad food. I watched lots of tv and dvd's. Then I pulled up my socks and went for a long walk (Spit Bridge to Manly - it's a beautiful walk!) and came right. (Though a vegetable never did cross my lips this weekend - but lots of Crunchie ice cream did!)
I should have it out of my system, but events of today have convinced me that I haven't. (yeah, yeah - get over it Laura - just post some damned pictures of Ireland!!! (Working on it - have managed to download them to my PC but that's as far as I've gotten))
I just don't understand men. I don't understand how their brains work...... of course, that's making a huge assumption that they have brains.... (Sorry, the whole gender is paying for the sins of one at the moment.)
Now, correct me if I'm wrong (but gently kay?) but when a guy says he likes you and wants to get to know you better and then only tries to see you once in a blue moon - he's whacked right? Or is he a liar?
Uggh. I'm guessing it would be easier to answer if I gave more details, but I just can't bring myself to re-hash it again.
...or rubbing salt in them. Not sure which I'm really doing - but whatever you want to call it I'm spending the rest of the weekend moping and hopefully will be over it by Monday.
Perhaps by then I'll have sorted through my pictures and I'll post something from Ireland.
I know I owe a post about my trip, but today has overridden that. Why is it so hard to find someone who wants to be with you? or just spend time with you? I feel so awful. I need to learn to stop hoping for more and maybe then I'll stop having evenings like this.
That's what I was told today. Apparently 4 weeks after you break your arm its still normal for your arm not to straighten beyond a 90 degree angle....
"Have patience."
Obviously the doctor doesn't know me well.
But despite not having much myself, I do ask you to have some patience. I have now been home less than 24 hours and have worked a full day but desperately need some decent sleep before I can download pictures/share some stories. But I will soon.
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