Who the hell has a rooster in a residential neighborhood? Only my neighbors. Fuckin trash…can’t wait to move.
I went to the doctor yesterday because of my nausea and he says I just have the stomach flu. It was perhaps the fastest I’ve ever been in and out of the doctor’s office. He gave me some medicine, and it helps with the nausea, but it also puts me to sleep. So it kinda defeats the purpose. I want medicine so I can work, but the medicine makes it even more difficult for me to work. Figures.
So last night I came home from work and went right to bad. Then I woke up at about 9pm, ate 2 cookies, half a banana, took another nausea pill, and crashed again. I slept like a log. I never sleep like that. Today I’m ally wonky feeling.
I’m starting to get anxious about moving into our new house. Mike thinks we should start packing already. I kinda would just like to take our time moving into the house. I don’t really want to feel rushed…so we will probably pay part or all of June rent at the apartment. We’ll see.
