My stomach burns

I can NOT focus at work. I am tired. Physically, but also.... I think just job-tired. Can this be a new "thing"--"job-tired"? Cuz I think it's very relevant. Maybe you can come up with a better term.

I was talking to Malinda about it a little over the weekend (please don't get jealous; I will only talk about her for a second), and I was saying how I just don't know what to do with my life. Like... I think I'm ready to move on; I feel restless. And I don't wake up in the morning and think, "Yay! I get to go to work today! What a joy! It's what I was MADE to do!" In fact, most mornings I think, "Man, do I HAVE to go to work?"

And it's weird--cuz I LOVE the people I work with. I don't necessarily enjoy, however, the WAY we work together.

But every time I job search or think about changing or moving or doing something new, it's like... nothing. Nothing is right. I don't KNOW what I want to do. I DON'T KNOW!!!!!! I just want to be excited to wake up in the morning! *sigh

Do you catch my drift?

In other news, I'm almost positive I have exercise-induced asthma (which you may have seen on my facebook update; please, if you get pregnant, call me so I don't find out over facebook--please. Tommy today found out his daughter-in-law is pregnant again over facebook; isn't that terrible??)

Anyway... yes, so, I researched it last night and I have all the symptoms and I want to schedule an appointment with my doctor because I can't imagine how absolutely AWESOME it would be run and be able to breathe!!! Ahhh.... I could go for miles. I would do a marathon, no joke. Okay, maybe a joke...

I think a boy likes me. But I can't tell you that over the blog. That is a phone convo.

I feel boring cuz I only talk about my thoughts and my updates in letters, so here's something fun: the praying mantis on the front porch of the Mission today:

Before I go, you are wonderful :) Just thought you should know!

--E