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Well, last night was ever so much fun... After I got home from work I just kind of felt the need to hide in my room for a bit. Just didn't have the emotional energy to be social. So I reclined in bed and started reading a book. Quite a good book really, Green Rider by Kristen Britain.

Eventually I meandered downstairs for dinner and to spend some time with the housemates. Mighty was busily vaccuuming, and DK was wandering around doing stuff. Eventually we sat down to watch "Pirates of the Carribean" a movie I generally enjoy. After a little while though I just couldn't sit there. Don't fully know why, I was just feeling so tired and out of sorts. So I went back upstairs to get ready for bed and ended up reading some more. Called the beau, found out he had successfully moved, which was good news. Though I still feel badly that I wasn't able to help him- given that he spent three weekends in January helping BE, DK, Mighty and I move.

Finally turned in, only to find myself on the verge of tears. Mighty came in to talk to me for a minute and yep, there came the tears. She said it was okay to cry over nothing, DK was in the hallway and overheard and piped in with an "Absolutely it's okay." It wasn't the crying so much that bothered me, more so the headache and stuffy nose that followed.

Well, lunch break is over, must run. Oh, but I'm doing better today. :)