Happy Thursday? What's that?

So, it's thursday, and I'm home feeling sick.

I'm at a very emotional low right now, and being emotionally upset has always manifested in physical symptoms, thus I feel sad, depressed and nauseas.

Alot of it has to do with Live Journal, and the fact that I've become a little too obsessive about it. I spend too much time online, and not enough sleeping (have I mentioned I *hate* sleeping?) which leaves me tired, susceptable to illness, unhappy and results in me spending more time online trying to get my 'high' again... it's a pretty viscious cycle really, one that I'm having a very difficult time breaking. I'm not motivated to do anything else. I know I should get back into my workout routine, and that that will give me both energy and happy feelings, but there's that lack of motivation thing that makes me go 'why bother?'

So, I have all this free floating stress hanging around, which is wreaking havoc on my face. I haven't had so many pimples since I was about sixteen! And to top it all off, I have a cold sore, so I can't even kiss my husband which doesn't at all help the emotional low feelings...

If I can, I'm going to force myself to do some sewing today. I desperately need new garb for my medieval cult, so, if I can at least get one dress done today, it won't be a complete waste.

On a related note, if you've posted something recently, fic or otherwise, I apologize for not leaving comments... There's been some nice stuff recently, but I just can't get in the mood to say much. So, sorry for that. Hopefully I'll snap out of this soon.

My favourite house is burning...

My favourite house is burning down...

I went to pick up my husband from work, and on the way home, only about five minutes from our exit, traffic got really bad. I could see what I at first thought was dust from the construction in the air (they're building a new on/off ramp to the highway) but as I drew closer I saw that it was actually smoke, and the closer I got, the surer I was that it was my favourite house burning down.

My favourite house is a big old yellow brick victorian house. It used to be a lawyer's office, but everything around it is industrial except for some farm land which is now under construction to build houses or businesses or something. So my favourite house has been on sale for some time (well well well out of my price range, plus the location sucks) and a while ago it got tagged by a bunch of graffiti vandels, which itself was heartbreaking and upsetting. So the place got fenced in by a portable chainlink fence.

And now today, it's burning... I can smell the smoke at my house.

It makes me so sad... it was such a lovely place. Now it will probably be demolished and sold for the land and turned into a parking lot.

This day has just been a rollercoaster of ups and downs... somehow I knew the downs would win :o/