I'm feeling burned in several ways. Regenerating in others. There's enough green on me to keep growing. I actually thought that Buzz would come down from the fire. It's been five years since we separated. And I actually thought that she might reappear.
17 March 2004, the worst day of my life to date. I lost my hound dog, Buzz. And I would talk about it but I've cried enough today.
Or so I thought. I just found out that I offended the one person I love the most with my blog and it's only the first month. So here I am, crying again. This blog is about me. My struggles with MS. And here's a good one. Sometimes when the MS acts up it puts the emotions on a roller coaster and right now they are way high. Or way low is a better way to put it. So basically I'm an emotional mess and have been all day.
What's the date? Ah so. PMS. Which really stands for P____ Multiple Sclerosis. I don't know what the P stands for but something like "magnified". MS is the worst during pre-menstrual cycles. Something to do with hormones.
I would like to stay home tonight but I think after my last mistatement I should just keep my mouth shut. I'm tired. MSie all the way. But it will be nice and an early dinner with the folks. I do like my dinner with the folks.