I briefly touched base with Maliheh last night and now I’m trying to fight off PMS-turned-period fatigue. If exercising is supposed to give us energy then where’s mine?

Maliheh’s still having eye trouble but goes for testing tomorrow. She thanked me for my kindness after I told her that her little queen was thinking of her and missing her, and said we’d get “closer” soon. Ooh!

Other than cleaning the bathroom and doing some online work, I’m going to take it easy today and focus mostly on writing and proofreading.

Andy says he cleaned 7 bathrooms yesterday which would put about $100 in his pocket. Once again I wish I could drive, had a car and could keep a schedule so I could go out and build up my own clientele. I’d hate the work and would probably miss working at home, but would love the extra two grand a month it could make.

But no, God had to go and curse me with this sleep disorder and driving phobia to help hold us back in life. Again, this really bothers me. It really angers me to see others have so much more. Not that I don’t want good things for other people, but because I know that despite my limitations I’m just as deserving as anyone else.

I also know it’s pointless to sit and fume over what I could’ve done – what I might’ve done – and just do what is really within my means of doing, but sometimes it’s not so easy to avoid getting a little resentful.

People must be finding these entries boring lately. I wish I had something new and exciting to write about, but I just don’t at the moment, and I might not until he’s hired this summer and we move.

Later…

I just had my bubble burst by Maliheh who said that when she said she hoped we could get closer, she meant her and the doctor getting closer to finding out what’s wrong with her eye, sorry for the misunderstanding, etc. That’s okay, I’m used to it as I told her. I’d rather my bubble be burst with the truth than inflated with bullshit anyway.