I have always loved Theodore Roethke's poetry, and especially this one. I feel very tired, which is probably a combination of not taking my sleeping pills for days and being stressed out by symptoms.
The auditory stuff is annoying. I hear things in what people are really saying, that they aren't really saying, every day. But it is nothing new. I'm just rather tired of it.
I think I need a distraction.
Something, I don't know.
I'm getting way behind in my classes, because of the inability to study and read.
I just lie down and stare at the walls. I'll talk on the phone, or go on the computer, but I won't really watch TV or anything. I'll put the TV on in the living room just to keep me company, and listen to it from my bedroom without watching it, because I can't handle too much of it. The stimulation or something is too much to deal with. I can't focus on it to actually watch a show.
My friend came over last week and helped me clean. She is a good friend. I took her out to dinner, but I felt like I should do more for her for her helping me clean. It was awfully nice of her. My other friend is going to do it as a job, because she cleans people's homes for a living now, and I am hiring her so I can have some regular help. I just can't manage it by myself.
There is this guy who has been wanting to be my boyfriend sort of.......but he lives in another part of the state, and anyway we haven't met. Any guy that meets me in person is destined to think I'm too overweight.
Yesterday 103 people told me Happy Birthday on Facebook. That was nice. I don't tell them about my blog.