I’ve been listening to sad music all weekend, because why cry just a few times a day when you can cry ALL DAY LONG? Right?
The kids are in the other room playing Monopoly, which is nice except that they’re starting to fight a little bit. (Apparently they read my mind, because Sophie just ran back here to my bedroom, gave me a kiss, and said, We’re playing a nice, friendly game of Monopoly! I said, It doesn’t sound very friendly. And she said, Don’t worry, we’re just fighting over the money part. And the property. Then she ran off.)
My ankle has been hurting for a few days, and so tonight I thought to look at it and OMG it’s all swollen up and stuff. The hell?
Today for the first time in about two and a half weeks I wasn’t in awful pain from my stupid stomach, so that’s really good. I still feel queasy, but nothing like I did for so long.
I’m really depressed.
I’m going to bed.
I desperately wish tomorrow wasn’t Monday already.