I started my weekend early. My blood sugars wouldn't stabilize and I felt like I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, so I took Wednesday off and tried to reorganize myself. Unfortunately, that was not to be. The day itself wasn't bad, and the night was pretty good. I auditioned for a band (who won't pick me up, but I had fun with it. I wasn't completely impressed by myself; I couldn't done a lot better, but I did alright.). We grabbed a couple movies (Death Proof and Planet Terror) to watch before sleep. Chris' girl was over, and I tried to make nice. I fell asleep about 5:30am. 7am I woke up outside, in my pajamas, in the wind and rain, crying. I don't know how I got out there, but the only reason I snapped out of it was Chris casually shouting from 10feet away, "you're gonna get sick." Now, I know he was occupied. I know he had company and whatever..but a pat on the shoulder and an "everything ok?" would've been greatly appreciated. Once I realized I was not in my warm bed as I'd expected to wake up I panicked for a minute before I dragged my half frozen self back inside. Luckily the bed was still warm and I was not a complete Jenncicle.

Thursday I slept off what I could manage, but I was still feeling a bit off when Friday morning rolled around and I had to drag myself up and out for a photo shoot with Evan. Still, it was a great shoot, and I've seen a couple of the images. They look awesome! Me stalking through an electric forest made of lamps!!! After the shoot I had my appointment with Dr. B which seemed to go pretty well. My tests all came back normal, which is good. She gave me a few instructions for my appointment today, and I was on my way to Ambler for Paul's Halloween party. For a while it didn't look like we were going to make it, but we did. That was when all Hell broke loose. Now, all I'd eaten that day was chicken nuggets wonton egg drop soup, and one reese's cup....all after 6pm. I had two drinks, and only one of them had any kind of potency to it. I don't really know what did it, but an hour after we got to the party I started to throw up. Ok, no big deal really. Been there done that. An hour later I'd changed my tune when I was still clutching the toilet like it had just proposed to me. Mike kept trying to dump water in me, and I just kept throwing it back up until someone actually needed the bathroom. It was then that I was scooped up and poured into Mike's car where I immediately fell asleep.

Despite all that I still managed to pick myself out of bed for my shoot with Meko Saturday morning. We didn't get too lost getting to Belle Meade, which is a surprise knowing how I navigate. The shoot itself went better than I possibly could've imagined. I'm VERY anxious to see those shots. So far I've seen two, and I love them both! On the way home we spotted a pumpkin patch, and while I really have no need for a pumpkin since I won't be home for Halloween, we still had to stop and look..and take pictures of course! Now, I hadn't really planned to still go to the meet and greet, but we did end up going. We even dressed Chad up and dragged him along. We got there, drank by the fire pit, I watched a few games of pool, and a few hours later we found ourselves at IHOP ordering more food than any of us could eat. By the time we got home I could barely keep my eyes open.

Yesterday we woke up close to noon. It was nice to be able to wake up somewhat naturally for once. No alarms, no deadlines. We headed out to Ryan's where I set him up a MySpace. Hah, welcome to conformity Ryan! We watched the Eagle's game and attempted to make dinner and brownies. No...we DID make dinner and brownies...the latter slightly after we scraped melted plastic out of the oven. Oops!

So then we get to this morning...I let Mowgli out and he disappears. Apparently the back gate is stuck open and no one told me. He's been missing for almost 2 hours, my hip hurts to severely to look for him anymore, and I have to go to my appointment at 1. I don't really know what to do. Wait and hope he comes back before he gets hit by a car or picked up somewhere? He doesn't have any tags on this collar. Please pray for his return? I miss him already.

I have to get goin to my appointment now...gods I hope this gets better.

pls take care of urself.
» renaye on 2007-10-29 09:44:56

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