...shut up and eat.
Menu du jour:
Mixed Colors Make Mud
I'm still receiving mixed signals. I don't know what to do with them.
I hear things like:
"I just wanted to call and tell you to have a good day."
"I wish you were here."
"I miss you."
Straight out of his mouth. I'm not manipulating words here, nor do I initiate conversations that would intentionally lead him to say such things.
Then when I suggest a way for us to see each other again without waiting another year, and tell him to consider it- he says "ok". Not, I'd really like to, or that sounds like a good idea or why don't you work on figuring that out.
Who knows when I'll get an answer. If ever.
It was my first day back at work. Thankfully I discovered a cache of 45 hours worth of sick time- so thankfully I will be covered for those days I had to take off! I am so grateful for that. I was a bit worried about my paycheck since this last one was less than impressive.
I am still fairly sick. I am so tired of coughing. At least I'm functional and not bed ridden. Theraflu seems to be helping a bit at night and in the morning. Sleeping slightly elevated helps as well. Too bad tea and the other good things don't seem to. I'd much rather go that route. Oh well. I'm hoping and keeping positive that the majority of this goes away by my days off.
Hope for an even less horrible day tomorrow.
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