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My dad's been reading my older posts. Yikes! I don't remember half of what I wrote way back there, but enough of it is so overly dramatic it's a bit embarrassing. Granted I was going through a rough spot (like the one I'm going through now) but sometimes even I want to scream at myself, "Get over it!"

Of course, I remember what it felt like then. As I said, I'm going through it now. I can't seem to learn my lesson and may have stepped in it again. I need to call Doc before my overly-emotional self does something potentially stupid to try and 'fix' the potentially stupid thing I have already done.

And Dad, if you're reading this, it's not the issue I was going through on Friday (remember you made sure I emptied my desktop trash?), it's something else. Ask me about it when I get home. I need to tell someone (but not just anyone), which is probably why I'll call Doc tomorrow. I had planned to wait until the 9th or 10th to see if I really needed to see him, but I don't know if I can make it that long keeping this to myself.

And Dad, you know from my earlier posts I can be a tad dramatic, so I wouldn't worry. I doubt it's as bad as I think. It just feels that way. Like not eating anything for breakfast, then downing a bottle of Mountain Dew.