On My Guitar

I wrote up an email, only I was too chicken to send it. Then again, I cried the entire time while composing it. Hell, I still am. I don't think I've ever faced this much stress before. And what's really annouying, is it keeps getting worse. I dont' overly feel like elaborating here, but the cats know something is up. In four weeks I go back for my full out physical at the clinic, and get to have a proper ultrasound. The one today was, phenominal. The poor lady, didn't expect me to cry. Seems I've been doing alot of that today. Must drink some more milk..mm...milk....Despite everythying, I haven't been able to get into the festive mood. I tried pretty damn hard. Oh well. The moment's past. Though I am slowly getting festivly plump.