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I’m awake again. This whole hour earlier thing is a load of crap. Hate hate hate hate hate. It’s dark outside. Dark outside means sleeping inside. HATE.

Also, my dog seems to think that every time I move he’s going to get something. He keeps running full speed across the room (approx. 3 steps) and then following me around with his nose pushing me forward. I think he wants some of the country ham I happened to cook up this morning.

I think it’s very important to say, I hate time changes. My whole body gave a big middle finger to my alarm clock and I’m pretty sure I look like something the bomb squad brought back POST blowing it up. I feel like it too.

My dog is confused, I’m confused… I think I need a day off.

No seriously, I’m one of the easiest people to please in the world. If you ignore the screaming in the background from my exes you’ll learn that good tea, some sushi, a tv, my nook, and a blanket will keep me happy for a day. In fact I’ll be happy for several. I don’t need jewelry I don’t need fancy cars (although they are nice), I just need good food, a book, and television. I have a stressful couple of weeks coming up and all I can think of is how I’ll have 8 hours minimum of complete no telephone time. No texts, phone calls or emails. Just me and my nook. So despite the stress of going to Johns Hopkins and putting my life in a doctor’s hands, I will probably be the happiest I’ve been in ages. Literature (or smut. Whatever), some food, and some tea. I will be mucho happy.

Let’s be honest, the car the thing parked in front of your house, in your driveway… Tell me you don’t forget it’s there from time to time. Tell me you don’t forget about it’s oil changes. Tell me you don’t forget about how easy it is to jaunt where-ever. I know. I used to take for granted my car. I used to forget how awesome it was. Forget how much it did for me, how much it got me out of a bad party, got me last minute groceries that I forgot for some special meal…

When I realized I needed to stop driving, it was a blow. However I kept telling myself that it’d be OK. She was still parked out front, she was still there to save me should I ever need it. She wasn’t going away. The longer my non-driving went on, the longer I realized that really wasn’t the case. That she was no longer my baby, she was the lost dog left at the side of the road. She no longer felt my love as I drove to and from work. She was on her own.

I sold her yesterday. She will officially be someone else’s in approximately an hour. The mere idea of it has me in occasional tears. I feel like I’ve given up. Like I’ve agreed with God that I’m not going to get better. That she’s better off with someone else.

I’ve just got to keep telling myself no crying at the DMV. People don’t cry at the DMV.

I get it, you hate me. That’s totally cool, if it weren’t for the fact that you hold me upright some of the time I’d hate you too. But this screaming hateful thing you’re doing right now? Well let’s just say I’d beat you up if it would work, and wouldn’t hurt me more.