Yes, I am an Oddball.

I feel like I didn't get any sleep Sunday night, it was hot in the middle of the bed and my whole body ached. I just couldn't get comfortable. I woke up hourly and was up for the day around 5:30, I didn't get out of bed but I was awake, listening to P sleep and wishing I could too. I was up for the day at 7 and I was already tired and cranky. Luckily I had packed my lunch and work bags Sunday night so all I needed to do was make a cup of coffee and start my car (even though I was boiling hot it was freezing outside last night) so it could warm up a little. Oh and get dressed, I promise I did not go to work in just a Sam Adams t-shirt. Work was a slog, I just wanted the day to end. Don't you hate days like that? I feel like I'm wishing my life away. I generally don't let work get to me, it's a job. Pays the bills, I just go in and get it done and move on. But Monday just made me want to go live as a homeless person. Who needs money? Every request felt like an...

We all know its bound to happen, as much as we love someone eventually you're going to get on each others nerves and have a fight. After many years together P and I have finally had what I would consider an actual fightI knew it was going to happen eventually and in the grand scheme of things it's truly not a big deal. But (you knew there was a but, right?) what's really bothering me isn't that we fought, its what we fought over: Television.  The Background: Yup, television. Everyone that knows me knows I have a serious love/hate relationship with TV. I love learning through television. I love the occasional TV show (hello, Simpsons, Futurama, Great British Baking Show, Vicious, Ghost Adventures) but mostly I love documentary-type shows of the PBS, National Geographic and Smithsonian variety, programs I can learn from. I'm not tied to/obsessed with/worship any shows really, if I miss an episode or two, or you know a whole season or 5 no big deal. I have Netfli...

The past week has been...awful. It all started Friday when one of my oldest friend, K, texted saying she felt like a gallbladder attack coming on. K has battled gallstones for going on 4 years now. Her attacks started like mine, crazy nausea, vomiting, exhaustion. Unlike my single attack (MRI confirmed that it resolved and hasn't come back, knock wood), hers would resolve and come back. Each time the attacks would get worse and lately if they they landed her in the ER needing pain and anti-nausea medications. Her GP is very aware of this situation and had referred her to a surgeon...who couldn't see her for 6 weeks. Her appointment with him was still 4 weeks away when this attack started. She called her GP and was told to go right to the hospital. If the symptoms got bad enough they would remove the gallbladder on an emergency basis. She texted me Saturday afternoon that they were taking her in for surgery. I tried calling her later that night and a few times on Sunday but she ...