Didn't sleep well last night. Tossed and turned and cried. I've never felt more alone in all my life. I'm just going through the motions, it seems. I'm glad I come here. Besides the laughs, I get to realize that not every other person on the planet is happy and well adjusted. I mean that in a good way, of course.
Oh, and on the subject of skin things. I get bouts of angioedema. A slight irritation to my skin and it swells and itches like crazy. It's like hives only affects deeper. Must have had some irritation to my left forefinger at some point last evening, could have just bumped it on a table, but while I was not sleeping it was itching and swelling and now it's bothering the crap out of me. Antihistimines help some, but make me sleepy so I don't take them when I have to work.
Maybe I'm just destined to be a fool, a freak? Could that be possible? What Would Gannett Do?
