All day. The snow is almost gone. And it is soggy outside. It will be nominally icy in the morning. I am having a lot of trouble breathing recently. My back still hurts. Even now, I try to breathe deeply (with my mouth and everything, not just my nose) and I start to cough. I've started actually coughing. I'm getting less air than ever through my noses.
Things have been tasting particularly bitter today and last night. Not sure why.
I slept over Alex's last night. I had fun. We went to the other Alex's house. And I won't lie, saying my name and I turn around and you're holding something out to me, yes there's a moment I just revert back and reach for it. But then I was just like wtf? Why am I doing this? And I said no. And I felt much better after saying no. And we drove around and for some reason, back in that car, I felt safe. I don't feel safe in pretty much and car, not even when I'm driving. But I felt kinda safe. We came home and took all my ice cream supplies and went to her house. We had small bowls of ice cream, with a ridiculous amount of toppings. We ate ice cream and watched "The Pregnancy Pact". I thought that was a tv show. It was kinda silly like Secret Life, but then again kinda interesting. I watched the whole thing.
I got up for voc this morning and missed my bus. Whatever. My mother drove me there. I had to call and wake steve up for a ride back to my house. It was pouring. I felt horrible, he was completely in his pjs. Then again, I climbed out of bed and put socks on and left. Didn't brush my hair, no makeup, no real clothes, didn't brush my teeth. Nothing. I felt fine. I was still so asleep, it's a wonder I remembered to get a new study guide. I was working so slowly I barely took enough notes. Oopies.
I showered and steve came over later. I picked him up and we played Wii. And then headed back to my house. We watched UP and I cried through the whole thing. Played hide and seek on COD and it was very fun. Mom made brownies. Yummy. I had a good day.
Oh, after class I came home and napped and ate cool whip with sprinkles. I've been burping all day. I feel so nauseas smelling it. Of course steve's mom made parfaits, and I love parfaits. I'm trying not to smell the cool whip, but at the same time trying to eat fast cauze we needed to leave, and trying to enjoy it, because like I said, I love parfaits.
I've also been rather dislexic for a few days now. As in, every other sentence something goes wrong in. I switch half the words and even when I plan my sentences out, they just don't work. I'm making whole different words. I know that happens occasionally normally, I know that. I do it sometimes. But this is a little ridiculous. I can't talk. I'm actually speaking gibberish. I'm using real words, but not correctly. They don't make sense. I think it might be the Trazodone. Hopefully it will get better if it is.