blech
2005-05-16 @ 2:00 p.m.

I haven't felt much like writing.

I haven't felt much like doing anything infact.

Depression's a bitch.

I should already know this. But things have been so good here lately. On the depression side anyway, and then this. It just had to happen. It had to stress me out, and now, I'm exhausted to no end.

But, tomorrow it will all be over. Life will go back to normal and on Sunday I'll be able to write you and tell you how much fun we had at Homer's Back Yard Ball. (It's a charity fundraiser with over 12 hours of live Texas Country music, including several of my favorite bands...)

However, for today, I'm here, waiting and wondering and dreading the lonely two hour drive I have at 5:30 tomorrow morning. I'm not dreading the one home nearly as much.

I thought I'd feel better about all of this, feel more releaved as it got closer and closer, but somehow I don't. It's not that I think, or believe that it's wrong, it's just I know the pain, the physical pain, and I'm not looking forward to it. Kind of like getting my tatoo. I knew it was going to hurt, I did it anyway. It's just my head trying to psyche me out. I know it's something that I HAVE to do. We both agree on that. And yes, Des, I did tell him.

Love you all.

Hope to see you, as me, soon.

Meg