I really want to update and post lovely pictures from my birthday and the wonderful time I had with my friends …
But I am really tired all the time.
This cold has taken the better of me. I have no fever. I didn’t really have almost any fever. Some tenths maybe. But not being able to breathe and sneezing all the time and having a very bloody nose is killing me. My eyes are teary, my lips are swollen and I am moody all the time.
I need a weekend by myself, but notions like this belong to science fiction right now.
When I am ill. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to argue, I don’t want to make any sort of effort being civilized.
I want to bitch about, eat pizza or disgusting soups and be cranky and unpleasant (and preferably drunk in the evenings).
But, even though I am in a relationship for a century now … I don’t like this kind of familiarities ... Some things are not meant to be seen by your partner. It is just a matter of principle … So I put on my "face" and "try" to be nice …
Yeah yeah “you must be yourself” and bulshit like that …. No, thank you! I don’t want to end up with a MAN too comfortable around me. (if you get my drift)
I wish I had money to waste … I would just check in in a hotel for a couple of days.
Room service and cable TV by myself!
Man, that would make everyone happy!
Oh oh oh … and a masseuse … or two! (or three?)
That is why I do not post when I am under the weather. I get off the point.
song of the day …
I can settle dow-own and be doin' just fine
Til I hear an old train rollin' down the line
Then I hurry strai-aight home and pack
And if I didn't go, I believe I'd blow my stack
I love you ba-aby, but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me
He made a Ramblin' Man.
Some folks might sa-ay that I'm no good
That I wouldn't settle down if I could
But when that open ro-oad starts to callin' me
There's somethin' o'er the hill that I gotta see
Sometimes it's har-rd but you gotta understand
When the Lord made me, He made a Ra-amblin' Man.
I love to see the tow-owns a-passin' by
And to ride these rails 'neath God's blue sky
Let me travel this la-and from the mountains to the sea
'Cause that's the life I believe He meant for me
And when I'm go-one and at my grave you stand
Just say God called home your Ra-amblin' Man.