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zimon66On Halloween night, ate nothing but Tootise rolls and stayed up way too late - both of these caused me to sleep badly and wake-up with a POUNDING headache. Had to call in sick to work and crawl back to bed were I spent the rest of the day.
The damn headache came back again on Saturday night - this time around it was caused by a MAJOR communication problem between me and the kitsune. Wrote one email while a little upset and sent it off to him, then dwelled on things for several hours and got REALLY upset. Wrote another email, but didn't send it - while composing it, I was crying so much got all congested (hence the headache) and made a huge pile of snot rags - meanwhile, the TV was on and "Rosemary's Baby" was playing. Ironically it was during her big "crying freak-out" scene.
To further add to my extreme misery, switched to another channel and got "Death in Venice", the last movie I needed to see in my current state. "The Carol Burnette" show didn't help either - the skit was about a woman sitting around over the years waiting for her lover to stop by and see her. She sits waiting faithfully for him, all the while getting older, her dress more ragged with wear, and the one rabbit she has multipling into many.
To quote "Courage the Cowardly Dog" - "The things I do for love." Of course, I'm not the innocent in this, knew way beforehand what I was getting myself into and that I was probably going to get next to nothing.
Yes, hard to understand the "why" of it, but sometimes the way to get true happiness is to first sacrifice it and try not to be a martyr about the whole thing.
Way easier said than done - but it's something I have to do.
The damn headache came back again on Saturday night - this time around it was caused by a MAJOR communication problem between me and the kitsune. Wrote one email while a little upset and sent it off to him, then dwelled on things for several hours and got REALLY upset. Wrote another email, but didn't send it - while composing it, I was crying so much got all congested (hence the headache) and made a huge pile of snot rags - meanwhile, the TV was on and "Rosemary's Baby" was playing. Ironically it was during her big "crying freak-out" scene.
To further add to my extreme misery, switched to another channel and got "Death in Venice", the last movie I needed to see in my current state. "The Carol Burnette" show didn't help either - the skit was about a woman sitting around over the years waiting for her lover to stop by and see her. She sits waiting faithfully for him, all the while getting older, her dress more ragged with wear, and the one rabbit she has multipling into many.
To quote "Courage the Cowardly Dog" - "The things I do for love." Of course, I'm not the innocent in this, knew way beforehand what I was getting myself into and that I was probably going to get next to nothing.
Yes, hard to understand the "why" of it, but sometimes the way to get true happiness is to first sacrifice it and try not to be a martyr about the whole thing.
Way easier said than done - but it's something I have to do.
