I'm super duper excited for Meghan about her lack of shock, lack of uncontrollable urges to dry heave, constant hunger pangs, ability to fall asleep at a descent hour, being able to use her basic motors skills and to have no fits of absolute panic. I hold no animosity towards my wife who has always been able to just hum along and smile even when she's sitting in a rocking chair in the middle of a tornado while trying to balance an egg on her nose. Somethings just don't affect her the way they do others, and if there could be her opposite who fell madly in love with her, that would be me. I don't react to many things the way she does, not at all, if you know me well enough you know I have a slight tendency to over-react. This time its out of my control, this isn't simply mind over matter and a test of will, this is my physical self being taken hostage, thrown into a dark room blind folded and beaten with a sack of quarters.
"Poppycock" shouts the man with the moustache in the back row. He ads "You're exaggerating!" as he guffaws and tries to get the crowd to agree.
"Screw you Mr. Poppycock, I'll murder you with a candlestick in the library if you don't shut your mouth", says I.
Today I was and continue to be a mindless zombie who was too tired and weak to even eat dinner. Mentally I know I can do this, its the physiological thing that has me all topsy turvy.
Thankfully the food we have been eating has tasted really good. This process has made me appreciate the conveniences we take for granted, even if they do come at some health costs.
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...And this is why I love this man. He is the yin to my yang, the sugar in my tea, and the kool to my aid.
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