boring
- I worked seventeen hours yesterday.
- In addition to gracing the workplace with my presence, I earned $4k of cold hard cash for my company in exchange for ten hours of my time. Oh but wouldn’t it be sweet to be able to take that home!
- I stopped cold turkey with the Zoloft on Saturday.
- It probably wasn’t the best idea to go cold turkey, but I was on such a low dose (25mg) that I wasn’t even sure it was doing anything to me or for me.
- Based on how I felt yesterday, I think it’s safe to say that it was, in fact, doing something to me and for me.
- I had quite a few ups and downs yesterday. Tears. Anxiety. Loss of focus. Dizziness. Loopiness. Clumsiness. Frustration. Muscle aches. Headache. Blurred vision. Irritability.
- Oh sure, possibly I had cause for all those things, aside from withdrawal. I did have a very long and taxing day.
- Not to mention the whole man scene.
- I like being a strong and capable woman, but it sometimes seems like a handicap.
- Where are the men who aren’t intimidated by strong and capable women, and who have the heart and soul and emotional fortitude to embrace, protect, honor, respect, appreciate and otherwise care for such women?
- I’m not really a man. I just play one in real life.
- For someone whose life dream was to be a housewife and doting mother, I sure seem to have missed the boat.
- It kind of bothers me that nobody has ever wanted to take care of me. What’s up with that? I’m a carer. It’s my nature to want to nurture. So why does it seem that nobody, and by nobody I mean no man, has wanted to care for me? What ever happened to ‘do unto others as you would have done unto you’?
- Sometimes I wish I could just sink into a man and let him be the man, so I can rest.
- Because I am so very tired.
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