And then….

To make matters worse to my raging allergic reaction, which I think now, is to blame on Diet Coke – I came to work today and I’m not even scheduled. ON A FRIDAY!


My pinkie is currently the same size as my thumb. I am allergic to something although what exactly that something is, I don’t know. I am itchy and miserable and it’s raining outside today. Hmph!


Last night i had a fairly detailed dream about someone who with much assuredness I can say I hate. I know, hate is a strong word. It takes more energy to hate someone than to not care – I know all of that but that doesn’t stop me from feeling the way I feel about this person.

Having said all of that, I am the kind of person who has come to strongly believe in the power of prayer. I believe in karma and postive/negative energy and universal law. I pray that God will allow me to arrive at a point where the disgust I feel can turn to just plain old apathy.

Where their name doesn’t make me cringe and their words don’t make my stomach quesy. I suppose in a perfect world I really wouldn’t care about the person, but the world ain’t perfect and neither am I. I feel good to be able to make at least a small conscious effort to want to remove the anger I feel about the person, I guess any progress is progress all the same.