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I'm sick. I've got the snifflies, sneezies, itchy eyes and nose and throat...I've got a bad cough with phlegm (is that spelled right?) included...I got it from Jeremy. What I thought was an innocent allergy attack turned out to be a horrible sickness that makes me feel like I'm dying. Of course, Raine caught it too. I'm so pissed at myself for not remembering to put her little nose-sucker back in her diaperbag before I left my mom's. I've been wiping her nose and face all day (and she hated me for it). The last few nights have been awful. Raine hardly slept last night; she kept tossing and turning and crawling out of bed. When Rae doesn't sleep, I don't sleep. I am so freaking tired, man. *sigh* I got into another argument with Jer. See, it was planned that instead of going back to mom's last night, I'd stay and go home tonight. Well, he got upset because I wanted to leave tonight. Sorry but I saw this coming: I spend a couple nights and when it's time to leave he puts me on the spot and tells me to stay another night. If I *really* loved and cared about him, I'd stay. I hate being pressured. We made a plan, now, hy can't we fucking stick to it? I'll be back. It's not like I'm leaving forever. I understand he doesn't want me to go. I don't want to go either. I just don't think I'm ready to come back for good yet. Why does it always have to be about him? Why can't he care about how *I* feel instead of just himself? Whatever. I'm leaving tomorrow...Hopefully with a new purple iPod...*Crosses fingers*
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[10 Apr 2009|01:05am] |
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We finally got Raine's pictures done. God, what a day. First the picture-guy kept us waiting for at least half an hour while he chatted with people who came in after us. Yeah, so we're waiting in the picture area and I end up fighting with Jeremy over a fucking iPod...an iPod that was promised to me, that's been something I've been looking forward to for a while. First he said he'd get it for me...then I said I would buy it when I get my money...Oops.
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