Bad Blogger

I wanted to start a blog to to communicate to the world – The World. I am not saying that I am super interesting, but that doesn’t mean I don’t find an interesting thing every once and a while. I mean, come on, even a broken clock is right twice a day…right?

As is my general luck, I decided to start this blog about the time I was diagnosed with Epstein Bar. Due to this fun little sickness I can hardly do anything but go to work. It’s a sad day when the idea of sitting in front of your computer (or your surface in my case) and typing is too much. The worst part of this sickness is the brain fog. I never thought about how my thoughts came to me. Now I do. Now every thought is conscious. I feel like I am wading through pudding, grasping for thoughts, every time I think of something. It can be scary at times, honestly. Last weekend I was dizzy all day and would have to stop what I was doing to concentrate on a specific thought when I was talking with someone. Oh, and I had a headache all day. Fun, I know.

So, apparently, I just sit and wait until I am better. Great.

Well, I am going to back to laying on the couch and binge watching some guilty pleasure TV.


Dear self,

I don’t feel like adulting right now. I’m too tired and sick to adult. I would like to go shake some sense into past me who thought that being an adult would be awesome. -_-

Well, I would if that wouldn’t hurt the whole time space continuum thing… My limited knowledge of this comes solely from Sci-Fi novels…but they’re probably right. Right? At the very least I wouldn’t want to step on a butterfly and start WW III. Considering how much of a klutz I am it would probably be a public service, should time travel become a normal thing, for me to stay squarely in my time line going only in the forward direction. 

Being an adult is a lot like time travel, well maybe only a little (ok not at all). Stay with me here… Say I decided to adult and make a decision, which then has a result and that result is either positive or negative. Had I not time traveled and stepped on that butter fly (decided to adult) then tragedy (or not) could have been averted. Ok, that was a stretch even for me. 

I cannot not adult, which sucks. I just have to put my big girl pants on and make my adult decision…*pouts (in the most adultly way possible)*