Dear Abby, I always wanted to write you.

Dear Abby,

I should tell you that this is my first real blog.

Most of my family will be wondering what I'm doing up so late, especially since I've been going to bed around midnight and no later, but problems arose and I'm waiting for problems to desist. (My stomach is afraid of the dark I think... Everytime I turn out the lights, there it goes, crying for relief from the porclein necklace I've been wearing the last couple hours.)

I should probably let you guys know before you see me buying flashy cars I can't afford and dying my hair several times a year.... I'm having a mid-mid-life crisis, what does that mean? Well it means I'm too young and poor for the cars, too young for all the hair dye, but old enough to feel like I'm completely lost in my life. I used to be the girl full of life and fun ideas... now I'm the girl that sleeps all day and hasn't the focus to do anything.

I've been a shut in pretty much since I came out here, and frankly I'm almost ready to pretend I'm fine just to feel like I'm doing something with my life. I sleep too much, pass out, have severe headaches, an afraid of the dark stomach, and now to add to the list, the shakes.

Mom's not locking me under house arrest, but rather I'm not up to doing anything lately. It gets to the point that I'll make up tasks to do just so I can go out on short trips. I miss my friends, my sister, I miss being the AWESOMELY COOL Auntie! (And I am a pretty cool auntie... DARN COOL!)

So what's the point of the blog? Well... I didn't really think about that. But heck, if I can make old woman jokes and plan HUGE pran--surprises for her, it's kinda worth it.

Sick in (Why can't Houston start with an S? Make it easy on me... No wait... I can do this...)

Howling in Houston....

*Miss you guys.