I’ve done a lot this week. Honest, I have. I just haven’t felt like I had much to say. I don’t even feel like I have much to say now, but I felt like I needed to blog for some reason. So here goes nothing.

There have been so many little things lately, hanging over my head, waiting for me to get them done. I finally just got on with it. I whittled my email inboxes down from 40 to 2, and 25 to 1; I finally turned some of my favorite songs from a DVD into Mp3s; I practically finished the proposal for the Daily Prophet, and now I’m waiting for feedback on it; I wrote to Courtauld for the second time to see about delaying entry; I finished a website for a friend, and started working on another one; I tried to work on that thing for the soldiers, but it failed, but eh; I reconnected with some old friends, and made a new one; I finished a bulletin board at church that I was asked to update (you can see it here); I took care of some issues with the techincal side of the Daily Prophet; I’ve been told I’m ruthless in business – in a good way – by two different people this week; I’ve gone to the dentist, the acupuncturist, a doctor, and had two MRIs. The only thing I have left to do that I can think of right off-hand is to clean my room. But eh.

I’ve been productive. I’ve gotten a lot done. But I really don’t feel all that excited about anything right now. Maybe it was because that soldier thing failed, but even that didn’t seem to bother me too much. I mean, I gave it my best shot, I did everything I could, but the Red Cross had to back out. And for understandable reasons, even, so it wasn’t like they screwed me over or anything. They just couldn’t do it. But hey, I tried. Can’t fault me for that, right?

I haven’t really failed at anything else this week that I know of. I’ve actually done a pretty darn good job, I’d say. But still I just have this overwhelming urge to be lazy, to not do anything. I think it’s the stress. I got through a burst of productivity to save myself from thinking about something serious that’s been going on, but I think it’s finally gotten to me. Everything’s just blah, and that’s never a good feeling.

Then there’s the whole feeling lonely thing. It happens every once and a while. It’s a byproduct of having friends spread all over the globe. Pros and cons to that, and this is one of the cons: I miss them. I miss them bad right now, which is also from the stress I think, and the fact that the stress was caused by someone that was kind of filling the friend-gap for a while. But maybe it also has something to do with how I’ve been thinking of running away for a while, to get away from things for the time being, and so I started thinking about which friends I have where, and who wouldn’t mind rescuing me for a week or so. I got to thinking about it, and now I can’t stop thinking about it. Stupid stress. One friend did offer to come here to protect me because he says he’s a, “crazy ass red neck, with a gun,” but I feel bad asking him to actually come here. I’d love for him to be here, but I know it’d take him away from work and I just can’t do that. It was sweet of him, though. Plus, hey, if I go to see him, there are stables nearby – I could finally go ride a horse. So maybe I’ll go to the red neck, rather than having the red neck come to me. Hehe.

But then there’s someone else I’d really like to go see too, but it’s harder to go see him. Farther away, and it’s certainly not driveable. Stupid oceans, getting in my way.

I’m not sure I could really go anywhere right now anyway. Like I said, I went to see my dentist, and he says I need to have my wisdom teeth out as soon as possible. Oh joy. Apparently they’re coming in at an angle and crowding the rest of my jaw. Hoorah. And then, as if that weren’t enough, I have an appointment to see a general surgeon on Monday. It looks like I’ll probably be having a series of operations to take care of some questionable tumors. Huzzah. All of this needs to be handled in April, because May’s going to be busy now that I’ve volunteered for the WWII Memorial Dedication. I guess the wisdom teeth could be delayed, but they’re aching something fierce (I’ve always wanted to say that), and I don’t want to mess up my teeth. The tumors, they can’t be delayed at all. They’re making me gain a little bit of weight, they hurt, and I just can’t stand it anymore. They’re coming out ASAP, cause it’s just more stress. I hate the fact that I’m eating decently, I’m exercising, and I have no say over how my weight reacts. It sucks. Big time. Stupid tumors.

Well, I’ve run out of things to babble about now. I could try to sleep, but that’s still messed up. And I’d like to avoid taking those sleeping pills the doctor gave me, I think they may be partly to blame for this overwhelming sense of blah. Let’s see how tomorrow goes. Looks like Stephen’s coming over, we might go bowling or something. That should be good.