Keeping on the down low

Ok I am finally going to admit it, I am sick. To some point I believe I have control over my physical wellbeing. In terms of how much I chose to allow stress to enter my life, and what internalizing I do with it. For me this can break my body down. This week has been nothing but physical signs for me that I need to get some of it resolved and released. Basically it is killing me, slowly. Nothing is in sync with my body because my mind is in turmoil. I just don't have a lot to say right now about anything. This girl at work sent me this e-mail and chewed me out because she felt like I was short with her. You know what? I don't have the energy for that shit. I politely told her that I very well may have been. My plate is full, and that I would listen to and consider the things that she had said to me. I left it like that. She can do what she pleases with it, I have no control over her interpretations of my attitude. I only can control what I contributed to the situation. So fuck it. Yeah Staci and Marti I said it, fuck it. Oh well.
Anyways I am going to go to bed in hopes of slumber, and healing of my body.

~Cheers