mph.

Usually I'd be happy to whine and complain about my not so happy week. I don't feel like it much right now.

I'll sum it up just a bit. Monday, my dog Kelly had to be put to sleep. Several nights in a row Alan and I have had rough converstations (while nothing absolutely serious, it put dampers on our days). Yesterday I went to see a movie and my Curse of the Theaters still holds. I got a splitting headache. Just like the last 5 or 6 times. Last night I got sick to my stomach. That plus the headache wasn't good. Mom gave me medicine, I woke up at random points in the middle of the night. Eventually I got better. But it was quite the night.

And that's all. Here's to wishing for better days ahead. And you know what else? In a week I'll see Alan and my friend Kit again (and maybe some other people) again. In less than two weeks, I'll get to move back...

*sigh* Being patient is biting me.