I am unhappy.
I am stagnant.

I am running around Waco cracked-out on caffeine to keep myself going.
I probably shouldn't be allowed to drive like that.
I have a perpetual headache, neck ache, and back ache.
My face is breaking out like it did when I had my "heart broken" at fifteen.
I didn't even enjoy the children today; I had no patience for them, no joy from their playing.

I am killing myself for something I don't even want.
I want the end product, I want what this will get me, but I don't want this.

Is another 18 months of this really worth it?

As I sit here at the Weaver's with three of my best guy friends, talking for hours about iPhone mechanics and the logistics of adopting your girlfriend's puppy, I find myself massively grateful for freshly sliced limes -- specifically when added to DosXX.

Oh yeah, I'm thankful for those guys too :)

Chris cooked me dinner tonight. He kicked me out of the kitchen (not that I would have been too much help anyway) and made me his personal dish of stuffed pork chops. Parts of me, specifically my nose, mouth, and stomach, would like to say that today I am thankful for the deliciousness that just happened at dinner. The rest of me, though, knows that I am most thankful for having a boyfriend that took the time and effort to do this for me.


Stuffed pork chops, straight out of the oven:





(For the first time, this is a picture from my personal camera, not an image found on the internet)