So, I woke up this morning at 3, after going to sleep "early" to catch up on rest. My ear was killing me, who knows why and I just be became frustrated. I called mom which I am sure she loved, but didn't. Loved because she could actually hear about it and feel like a mom, but not loved it because she couldn't take care of me like she wanted to. I took her advice and ended up, on the second go around of heating up a dish rag, catching the rag on fire in the microwave. So I just added that to my "happened to me" list and threw a little self pity party as I lied in bed trying to fall asleep. It wasn't a big party, more of a thinking about everything and wanting all the physical what-nots gone so that I can just go on with life. Like many people do I am sure.