The weather today matches the way I feel. It's grey and overcast and looks like it wants to rain.
I'm tired. Tired of moving boxes. Tired of dealing with this house. Tired of being tired, and feeling crappy.
If I were a cloud...I'd be raining.
People keep telling me the end is in sight. I'm thinkin' not. I have a long, long, way to go, and now that my MS is acting up, the road will be even longer.
To my friends: don't tell me it's almost over, or that things will get better. Just tell me you'll be around to listen, and make sure I don't seal up the windows and stick my head inside my brand new oven.