My head is aching.
My stomach is too full for words.
My world is madness.
I’m staying at my grandma’s for a week. (Actually, the week’s almost up.) I thought it was gonna rock. It doesn’t. It’s always hot inside and cold outside. I used to work out all the time at home. At home, I have to work out to stay warm. Here, I got to about three push-ups before I started sweating. There is ALWAYS a TV on. The only place where I can get time to think is in the bathroom, and with 6 – 7 people around, I don’t get to stay in there long. I haven’t been able to talk to ANY of my friends since sunday. (I miss them. :-() I measure my time by the ants I kill. 3-ant days. 12-ant days. 137-ant days. There haven’t been any 3-ant days yet. I’m just using it as an example.
And up until today, there was no internet (although I still can’t email because of complications).
At least I’m going home tomorrow. I’ve NEVER been homesick until now. I miss the cold, and the cats, and the aloneness, and the fact that I could go outside without getting ragged on by anyone.
I did get to go to Taekwon-Do last night though. I’ve missed that so bad.
Signing off, Bridget.