Dysalexic

I am ill. I can barely move. I think I probably will lose my voice. It allows for a lot of reflection. Reflection is not necessarily a good thing.

Lately, I see things or hear things and I just smile for no reason. It makes me angry actually. Well, mostly because I know what it is that is triggering this. Although it is usually random acts of kindness or people just being cute, I feel like I am growing soft. Where is my cynical little heart?

In other news: I have to go to Belfast this weekend. Well, originally I didn’t have to. I was just going to do my taxes over the phone with my dad. But then I was like “ohwellidliketoknowhowtodomytaxes.” and then I realized they are full of math and I Hate math. So I’m going home to sleepy little b-town and I will do my taxes and look at the ocean and babysit my sister. And see family. And my dog. I love my dog.

Bleep. expletive.