Morning, Bloggers.

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I thought I would re-update considering I apparently have a follower (thanks Bryan!) on my blog. I should have woken up earlier to write this. I don't know exactly how much time I have left to post this before I am yelled at to wake up right away and show up in her bedroom and just stand there like an idiot... before she gives me something to do. I'd rather have a job - this servant work joke is getting kind of old.

How do I feel this morning? Tired.
I'm tired, I feel sick, and I am so frustrated because of the kitten and her dog. They like to jump all over me at all hours of the night, so I never get any sleep anyway, and I end up waking up with marks all over me like I was some kind of jungle gym. Ugh. Right now, the kitten is tearing apart some kind of mattress, and I wish she'd stay quiet. I don't want her to be woken up before she has to. I want a little more time to myself.

Wow! I just now logged into Facebook, and it seems that my old penpal, Carmen, who've I corresponded only in e-mails with ( so I still haven't received an actual letter) messaged me on facebook. This is... well I'm not sure how I feel about it just yet... I only just remember her name.. oh well. I guess now I'll find out - now that she's my friend on Facebook.

In other news, my stomach has begun to hurt, and I'm afraid I'll be going home AFTER supper now. I'm more afraid that I won't be going home at all. We've gone back to North Bay so many times that I had hoped they'd drop me off, at least somewhere in town, and I could walk. So, fingers crossed, I go home today.

Chances are, if I don't post in a while, that means I'm home. There is no internet at my grandmother's unfortunately. Which means, if I bother to write, it will be on Word and I'll have to copy and paste next time I am able to blog again.

Btw, since I've been reading my friend's live journal, I've realized in some way, we match, just like he said. But these things are all negative. Maybe some day I'll find a positive. In some strange way, I'm glad he knows about me, and get updates on my life. I've given him myself, in some strange way, I've given him me - raw, uncovered - my journal, the most private, or only private thing I have; who cares if it's on the internet. I know it's bound to have been stumbled upon (I love that site) by random strangers in the long run. But to have someone I know (or somewhat know) read it.. to me that takes guts, cause I'm generally not writing to an audience.

I'm afraid because now that I know someone's potentially watching, I won't uncover things that I need to uncover. I won't be as honest, and I won't pour my heart into it like I usually do. Although I know that most of my posts haven't looked to have had any thought at all.. I try my best. And in saying so, I'll end this morning post because I'm tired, I feel sick, emotionally drained and I'd give anything to fall back asleep and wake up with coffee and a bowl of cereal. Or even toast.