I don't know why, but even though I don't eat right and I don't exercise, I've always felt like I'm a healthy person. Until this week, that is, when I entered medical hell.
It was that time of year when I decide to take on a DIY project and my friends get nervous. And this would be the biggest project ever.
Does it ever feel like life has kidnapped you and is holding you hostage so you can't get anything done? After a few weeks of this, life is slowly returning to normal. (Whether that's a good thing is a separate question.)
Some of us are just made to cause trouble. It's our curse.
I've written about my brother's drinking before. Here's a post from Christina -- she had a bad drinking problem at one point. The post isn't about her trials though. Nor is it in her usual rough-and-tumble, take-no-prisoners, mad f-bomber style. Powerful stuff. Check it out.
Well, guess who is back in the saddle? (Uh that would be me).
Job interview seemed to go well.
I tell you, it's awful when your memory starts to go. Did I already post about this??
Would I take on an angry Mike Tyson in his prime for a huge pile of money? Would you?
I have a love-hate relationship with sleep and currently, it hates me.