Chocolate, that is. Today is just such a blah day. Not quite emotionless, however. I don't think I've ever been at that point. There's always an emotion, lurking in the corner, about to spring out and surprise me with a bout tears or delight. (This is something Ryan does not understand. Emotions can be controlled. If it doesn't make sense to feel this way, then I shouldn't. A must always follow B. But he doesn't understand that after B comes C, so if I jump from A to C, that's OK in the logic of math. Or even if I feel like freakin' Z because of A, that's OK too. If you don't follow, don't worry. I'm not sure if I'm making sense. Read this in my other blog.)
I have felt like crying today, though. My car practically broke down on me. I'm so tired of working. My head has been hurting. A lot of what I'm feeling, however, I'm sure is because I feel like I'm floating instead of swimming. I want to go somewhere, but I'm going no where. I wrote to some of the wonderful women in my family: This week I'm down, but next week will probably be the greatest week of my life. That's what an emotional roller-coaster I'm always on... Poor Ryan.