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Wednesday, August 30, 2006Something Isn't Right
Something isn't right.
I was going to post about my new renter... but I'm a bit foggy.
I was on the phone last night with Christine and we were talking about nothing in particular... I was actually half listening to her ramble about something her fucktard of a husband had done with the car while watching wrestling that was on Sci-Fi instead of USA because of the fucking US Open. For some reason... well I started crying uncontrollably. She thought I was laughing. Even though it seemed like an eternity, it lasted for five minutes. I chalked it up to lack of sleep and then went to bed.
Tonight I was on the phone with the Steff. We were supposed to go out tonight, but she got out of work late and her first day of school is tomorrow. I felt it coming on all of a sudden then too... and I got off the phone with her with a promise we would go out Wednesday for drinks. As soon as I clicked her off... there I was again crying hysterically.
I don't cry. Sure, I might get misty eyed during a movie or an episode of BattleStar Galactica (which by the way the new season looks rocking!), but that isn't crying. There was just so much... sadness. Obviously it's been a bit overbearing. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.
I just can't shake the feeling something isn't right.