I've been in allergy hell this week. Thanks to whatever meteorological condition du jour, my hay fever has been so bad this week that I couldn't breath, my eyes have been puffy, red, and watery, and I've sniffling like crazy. I take medication but even that doesn't always work and I hate to get totally loaded on everything. All I wanted to do is curl up in bed and sleep but I can't because I feel like a complete sloth. Then I start thinking about all the things I should be doing instead of lying in bed and I feel guilty. I also feel bored because I'm not very good with unplanned time. So I end up not resting, toughing it, and feeling oh so imperious because I'm not some lazy princess who has to take to her sick bed at the first sniffle. By the way, I rarely feel THAT sick that I can't pick myself out of bed. It's true. The last time I was THAT sick was in college I had the flu and an ear infection. Really. That was years ago. Yesterday, I was all better and went out for a little while with new guy.
Speaking of which, I think mom is softening a little on the subject. She still doesn't like the idea but at least he hasn't been totally banned from my life, not that it would make a difference. I joke that mom is probably going to end up sending me to a convent after he leaves and it'll require a Seal Team 6 operation to spring me free. Either that or she'll quickly marry me off to the first available "nice Jewish boy." Please! Oh well, maybe he bf will finally step it up more. I really think he's too afraid to commit because it would require changing his ways. No one is asking to do anymore than he is already, except be more present in my life and maybe that's what makes him anxious..
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