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Aug. 9th, 2005 @ 07:50 pm 24 Days.
24 days until Dragon Con.
It must becuase I had a rough day at work but my excito-meter isn't exactly pegged. What I like about conventions, be they Science Fiction, Fetish, or UFOs is even though I can plan to the nth detail I still don't know what to expect.
I'm really tired. I used to take naps as a refuge, but now I work. I scheduled an apointment with my doctor. I only do this when I have a list of stuff. Why get looked at when I feel good you know. It's not like it's 3,000 miles and I have to get the oil changed. Smoking is killling me but it's the only way I can fight off my depression. I am going to see if he can hook me up with Welbutrin or something. Not that I have had sex in a long time but I am finding that ED happens when it's you alone in the bathroom with an old Spiderwoman comic book too. Last time I saw him a few years ago he said my prostate was slightly enlarged. Well... it seems that my constant trips to the facilities are getting on my nerves too. The only reason I am going to see the man is because I want to at least see my girls out of High School. Not like I have a lot else going on.
The one lady I mentioned in a previous entry about letting go even though it killed me. She's moved on. I am happy for her and her new boyfriend and hope that the two of them have many happy years ahead of them. I'm sad for me. For a moment... just a breif moment I thought I had a glimmer of happiness. I will cherish that for as long as I can.
I think I am going to curl up with a book by Zahn in a little bit after I tuck the kids in bed.
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