Not feeling it...

So I hung out with a cute boy on Friday, making out, some heavy petting, nothing too intense. Saturday, I started work at 4 pm. By yesterday, I was feeling like total shit. Sore throat, headache, just blech. I'm taking oscillococcinum which is the best French import since Veuve Clicquot. I'm feeling a little better, but would rather just sleep it off for the next 2 days. I've only got 3 1/2 weeks though 'til I'm off probation and I'd rather die than extend that by a day. So I'm toughing it out. Maybe Posh can give me some inspiration. ;)

My mother was feeling depressed a week or two ago. She's always been a martyr in the Catholic depression era sense and I've tried discussing this with her over the years. She's not having it. If someone won't admit they have a problem, then there's little anyone can do to help them. Well my sisters got on the e-mail frenzy and 25 e-mails later, they're convinced that they know what's best for my mother. So they attempted to send her doctor the e-mails that have been flying around, only to discover that the doctor doesn't have an e-mail address? That was my first real concern of the entire situation. Who the fuck doesn't have an e-mail address in this day and age? So I'm waiting for the e-mails to start flying around again after her appointment today.

My brother and sisters and I, as well as my parents, are a bunch of gypsies. We kids grew up Navy BRATs and moved every few years. I came at the tail end of my dad's military service, but I still did my fair share of moving as an adult. So we are spread from California to New Hampshire and get together once every year or two. (My brother recently moved home to the U.S. after 20 years in Japan.) It's weird when we get together because we're all adults now and everyone feels this need to spend 5 days or so reinforcing the fact that we're a close family when in reality we're not. It's not that I don't love my family, I just hate the whole Brady Bunch charade when we get together. At the same time, my mother insists that we all stay under one roof most of the time. I have 5 siblings, 4 brother- and sister-in-laws, 13 nieces and nephews, and counting. In the words of Victoria Beckham, "You must be outta your mind!" My mom's entire life was her family and now, she lacks any kind of basic interests of her own. One can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink. I'm hoping that my mom will choose to get on a decent anti-depressant and start doing something meaningful to her, but I'm not holding my breath.

The weather here in SF today is stunning. Spring is finally here. Cuidate.