Ramblings from the North

Well after sleeping off an on all night, getting up slightly when the boyfriend had to get going for work. He had to be at work at 6:30am this morning so he was up at like 5am I think. All I could do is try an rest, still having felt sickish and cramps from running to the bathroom thur out the night to sit in the 'library' and think or fall a sleep upright as I did. I have learned that 7Up and Sprite are your friend's when you can't keep anything else down but them.

I also have learned that having a man do things for you when your sick is sweet too. I can only hope I can make it up to him for taking care of me while sick. Bad enough that I didn't even want to share his bed. I knew he needed his sleep too and I was tossing and turning all night so he would have not slept.

Well after feeling much much better after 8am this morning, I got my clothes from yesterday cleaned and repacked and probably need to get going for home. Lord knows if I leave now...around 11am I could be in town around 1pm. Now if I dress for work I could just go to work from here and work 4 hours only losing half a day and try to make up 5 hours in 3 days.
That's an IF. Really all I would want to do is go home, shower, and crawl into bed and sleep some more. But if I did that then I would not want to sleep all night, then again, if I do go bed like around 8pm perhaps I could get 10 hours of sleep and get up at 6am like I should.

There are some HUGE Ifs I've got going there. Tune in tomorrow to see what I did.

You know time has a funny way of messing with you. I have been doing so much in the last six months. I went to PA for Pennsic War, I come back and end up doing a temp job. Told this job was only goin to pay about $7.50/hr when I had told the temp agency that I would not go for less than $8 but I could not pass up making money when I was broker than broke. The job went for a few days, to a week then 5 weeks. It was after that, that I was told they where going to hire me peramently. I was floored and happy. See prior to all that I was told that I was not going to be hired. They where not what they where looking for and I was cool with that. I was still looking and I was just glad I could get money. But time would tell I would keep my job and now I'm still there an loving it.

Those who are reading this are probably wondering what the hell am I going on about. Well one its my space to do with what I want...and two, to point out that what I named my subject is relevant to what I'm rambling on about.

Time for once is being kind to me. I thought it would hurt me in the end. Time is all that someone needs to clear their head, to think and space to breath. I seem to forget that bit of wisdom when it comes to those close to me. I forget they need time to themselves and not have the time to answer every lil thing or what not. I hope I will learn in time that not everything my friends do is meant to hurt but to help them.

I guess I need to learn to have the patients to learn and the time to understand it.