What to say... I don't ever know.

So it's funny. The only person who really reads my blog anymore is Elizabeth, and I'll bet you it's when she's tired and needs a break from the regular stressful world so she goes online and clicks a link, trys to make sure I'm sortof ok.
We don't even communicate directly anymore, we read each other's blogs and comment on them.
It takes too much energy to have a live conversation.
I just called the theater box office to get a ticket for the play that I worked on.
I hated that job. I bet I would have gotten a B or better on my physics midterm if I hadn't been working those 2&1/2 hours a day in that run down costume shop.
I'm tired. I don't want to go an hour early to pick up a ticket I earned.

I'm going to go, and laugh at how bad they are compared to my lizzy.
I'm going to wish so hard that I could see her play that I'll imagine it.
I'm going to miss her so much I want to cry.
And then I will cry because the stress in my life is so great that I have physical manifestations of complete tension in my back, between my shoulderblades, that hurt so much I want to scream.
It is a concious effort not to clench up.
It makes me want to crawl into bed.
It makes me want to eat all the ice cream within a mile.
It makes me want to go to the gym and run so hard and push so much I can't tell what hurts and what doesn't anymore.

It's Friday
Oh...