Trivial Pursuits

My collection of nail polish is ever growing and I've progressed rapidly from always having gross, chipping polish to having nice, painted nails all the time. I can't stand my bare nails anymore. They just look so boring without anything on them! Even a plain light pink looks better to me than nothing at all. Painting my fingernails also gives me something to do when I'm bored. Nail polish is also rather cheap (as compared to other hobbies of mine... I'm looking at you, $600 camera), and SO MANY COLORS. I'm not incredibly girly, but I do like this because it makes me feel a bit more feminine. My hand are also one of the parts of my body that I have no fault with, and that I actually like. I love my hands. And I love my fingernails.

Well, anyway.

Yesterday was a pretty nice day. Save for waking up at 2 in the morning and having one of my stressed-stomach bouts. I swear, I'm like clockwork. If I get upset or worked up about something, you can bet that I will be up by 2 or 3 a.m., writhing in pain because my stomach won't settle down. And then I throw up violently at around 4. As soon as it's out of my system, I'm better, but I've lost sleep and I'm grumpy for the rest of the day. I still had to go to work at 8:30 yesterday morning, but since my job actually cheers me up, I felt better coming out of it, and after I had something to eat my mood improved. Tyler came over yesterday, and we made up. Which was good, considering that I still wanted to kill him on Monday night. Oh well. It's done, it's over, and we move on. We don't fight a lot. Hardly ever, really. And maybe it's good for us because even though we didn't talk for a few days, we did eventually manage to talk it out. Which is hard for me. I'm used to shutting down completely, closing off, and refusing to solve issues. And I know that's a problem. I need to be a better communicator.

But for now, I will sit in my mom's room watching Maury and Jerry Springer, drinking tea and trying to work out this kink in my neck that's making it impossible for me to lie down comfortably. Probably a direct result of sleeping on the bathroom floor when I was sick.