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I'm not a crybaby. Things aren't perfect, but that's no reason to cry about them...at least not all the time. Right now, though, I'm feeling very weepy.

I've been sick this week. I've been battling strep throat for the past two weeks, and it's hanging on like a champ. People who know me know that I'm not one to be sick, so this is REALLY taking a toll on me. And to add insult to injury, it's not just in my throat anymore. I found out that another manifestation of the strep bacteria causes your skin to peel. Hence the reason my hands look like I'm some kind of leper. Which wouldn't bother me, but I'm a people person...and someone who deals with the public. Can you IMAGINE how embarrassing this is?

And on another note, I found out that a good friend of mine has been spilling secrets on me. How did I find that out? Well, New Boo's roommate and this friend are close -- MUCH closer than I thought. Close to the point that the things I've shared with her about New Boo have been re-shared with his roommate. He told me about it earlier in the week. I was completely blindsided by that info, but I'm more disappointed than upset. After all, that's an easy fix -- just keep his name out of my mouth around her.

All of this, plus my current living situation -- which I can NOT go into without losing it -- is really making my life a living hell. So...I'm on the hunt for a place. And I've got to get it TODAY. Just pray, y'all...

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