So as you can see, it takes a long time to get to know a Pinhead. (The Pain Song)

Dear Blogbook,

Today is a shite day. I can barely move when I get up in the mornings. All of the "good intentions" I had started out this New Year with are already hitting major pot holes.
So basically this whole "experiment" is definitely a "work in progress".
I will do my best to write something every day or other day.
I'm just going to report my ups and downs and anything that is important to me that day/week whatever.
Oh... There is still a giant hole in my ceiling and it rains when we take a shower. *made of awesome*
I am just praying that this upheaval at the beginning of the year, means that finally after living in the same apartment for almost 3 years, we may actually get moved in.

My bed is finally upstairs, so I'll be able to actually use my main floor the way it is supposed to be used. As a kitchen slash living room. Instead of the way it has been used for the past year, as a kitchen slash bed room.

Yeah. I am full of bitching and moaning today.

Sorry readers. But better you (the random people of cyber space), than my poor PawBear.

I'm signing off for now, because I have to take more pain meds.

I am sooooooo fucking sick and tired of being sick and tired.

I feel like I am 6 yrs old again, sitting by the window on what was supposed to be a sunny summers day, instead of running around outside playing with my friends.

And I am singing the rain song in my head.

Except this time ... it's the pain song.

Pain. Pain.
Go Away.
I want to live my life some day.