I Suck

I’m having trouble finding things to write about. Being in a happy relationship (for me, at least) isn’t really conducive to blogging material for me. On top of that, I work a lot at a job that exhausts me both physically and emotionally. By the time I get home I’m either with Jesus at his restaurant, with Jesus at his place (where I’ve finally brought my computer so that I never again go 2+ weeks without checking my Reader), or with Jesus at my place. And being with Jesus anywhere is not great for my blogging, as he tends to get bored when I’m on the computer. And the rest of the time? I’m dead asleep.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but for about three months I’ve been exhausted, congested, had a sore throat, had night sweats, broken out in weird rashes, and other random shit. I’ve had a ton of bloodwork done and my thyroid is fine with the meds, they’ve ruled out all autoimmune stuff, my vitamins look fine, and they have no clue why I feel like this. They just keep calling it “malaise.” Fuck malaise. You can’t fix malaise!

In sex news, Jesus and I had the most pathetic attempt at sex ever. He couldn’t really keep it up and I wasn’t really wet. We couldn’t find a groove. This lasted 4 seconds before we laughed at ourselves and rolled off the watch TV. However, awesomely, I’ve had nocturnal orgasms two of the last three mornings. They’re fantastic.

And really, that’s all I have to say about that.

I will, however, take suggestions or questions for things you’d like me to write about while I continue to try to get out of this rut.