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I feel like hell, and I look like hell, plus there's a whole myriad of other bullshit weighing me down today.

Anyhow, when I left work I felt like death so I called my dad on my way home and asked him to pick up Cameron because I knew if I didn't lay down I'd just end up flat on my ass, and that thought certainly wasn't appealing. Well, by the time I walked through the door, I was well past delirium, and quickly heading towards collapse. So I went to bed, and tried to sleep it off. It worked sort of, but I woke up with a rather nasty migraine, and in one wicked bad mood.

But that wicked mood didn't last, and as awful as I still feel physically, mentally I'm feeling alright.

My life is ridiculously chaotic, and more times than not, I feel completely alone in my mess. But I'm not. And for all the times that I don't say it, I'm extremely thankful for those of you that love me enough to stick with me when others would have walked away. You're wonderful, and I love you.