Easter 2015

Easter 2015

I had Easter dinner same as always, at my sister’s house. And as usual, I overate. I couldn’t help myself as there was a lot of good food and goodies afterwards. I feel like I should nap, but I did that last night and then woke up around midnight. I even had a cup of my coffee and I am still sleepy.

The day would not be complete without an insult from my father. He said my haircut was lousy. Instead of wearing a hat like I usually do, I decided to fix my hair with gel. He never has a nice thing to say to me. I don’t know why I bother sometimes. I told him thank you after he told me my hair was lousy. It is growing out so of course it looks lousy. But did he really had to say that? Of course he did, because the man doesn’t know how to give a compliment to save his fucking life.

Last night, as I was trying to relax and snooze, my phone was blowing up with text messages. I was really like who the fuck is texting me. I knew it was from Twitter because they were successive texts. For some reason, if the text message has a new emoji, I will get up to 3 messages for the same text. It is so annoying to have the message broken up this way. But I have no control over it. I checked my messages and the person blowing up my phone were all direct messages from a dear friend of mine. She was telling me all the reasons why I should be here and that she needs me to be here, etc. I had messaged her the other night when I was in a bad mood. So she wrote a lovely, albeit multiple, message about all the reasons I should be here. It was really sweet. I haven’t responded yet because I am trying to think about what to say.

I missed the weekly BPD chat this week because I was spending time with my family. For some reason 4 pm comes very quickly on Sunday, no matter what I am doing. I like attending these chats because I know many BPD people and it always gives me insight into trying to understand where they are coming from.

I didn’t sleep as late as I wanted to today. I kept on waking up every couple of hours. I don’t remember the last time I slept more than 5 hours straight. I keep waking up due to pain. I can’t seem to sleep on either my left or right side or on my back. And I can’t sleep on my stomach because that is not good for my back. So I am constantly waking up to change position. It totally sucks. And don’t get me started on relieving my bladder. That starts around 0630 and continues until I wake up. Then I don’t go again until I drink a lot of fluid, which could be hours. It amazes me that I can pee three times, without drinking a drop of liquid yet when I do drink, I don’t pee once! Fucking CES.

Since writing the rant of CES the other night, my stats have gone through the roof. I am a number nerd so I keep track of my numbers. I still want to pass my one day view of 172 one day. But the closest I have come is 118 views. But my goal every day is to have at least 20 views a day. I am happy with that. Anything more than that is a gift.