Not His Day

I went and picked up Ben yesterday, because he's staying with me until Thursday. It's always nice to have him here. I just wish it wasn't while John was here. Or that John was here ever. >_< But John being here isn't the problem this time, amazingly enough. It's the fact that Ben has a stomach bug or something, which sucks for us both. I feel kinda inadequate because I don't know how to help him. I've offered Tums, ibuprofen, a bit of everything. Some of it has helped a bit, but he's still feeling bad. Gyah! I want, like, a magic wand or spell or something so that I can heal him. Or at least one that makes me feel more bad because he's sick and less bad because I can't help him. Bleah...

I almost forgot. The reason he's here instead of me being in Dayton is that we're going to Columbus tomorrow for a murder mystery party thingie at The Spaghetti Warehouse. It should be interesting. It'll be me and Ben, my parents, and my brother Toby. It's supposed to be really fun and pretty funny, too. I kinda hope they pick me to be one of the characters (the site says they pick audience members for the really small parts). I kinda wanna act real suspicious, so that people will think I did it. Bwahahaha! Cuz who's to say that I didn't. ^_^ But yeah, tasty food, fun times, great company not including John, it'll be great. Now I just need to get that wand and heal Ben.

I've started to wonder if maybe we could move to a town that isn't as close to Dayton as I would've liked, so that we could get something cheap. I wonder if any of my Dayton friends would visit me if I moved to Springfield? I know it's cheaper than most of the Dayton suburbs, and as long as we steer clear of the bad area of town (like Weldon Park), we should be okay. I'd get to see my half sister Barbie and my niece Kaelyn more often, and maybe I could reconnect with my childhood friends Rose and Joanna. I dunno. I just really want to be close to the biggest majority of my friends possible, and that would be Dayton. I think maybe we need to get off our butts and start looking up apartments for rent. I'm sure we can find something cheap in an area that's safe if we try hard enough.

I need to get off my butt for something else, too: writing. Now that I've sold that one article, I want to write loads more, but I haven't really been doing much of anything, let alone anything productive, in the past week or so. Saturday, I slept almost all day. I slept til late afternoon, woke up to eat, took a nap, woke up to eat again, took another nap, then woke up to take my meds, eat a little, and then back to bed for the night. Seriously, it was that bad. One of the only remotely productive things I've been doing is reading, but I haven't even been doing much of that lately. Bad Amber, no biscuit. I haven't even touched my novel in months, to make matters worse. Why must you curse me, muses? Did I piss you off or something? Let me write!!!!!!

Heh heh heh. I feel a bit sick myself, to tell you the truth. Mostly just sleepy and a little sniffly, though, so it's not too bad. The acid indigestion is what's killing me the worst. I've been out of Nexium for a week or so, which is baaaaaad. The fact that one a day isn't enough is woooooorse. Stupid stomach. I'm pretty sure it's stress ulcers, mostly from John. UGH! I want a new body, or a refund on this one. Can my next one be skinny and work right? Please?