The ghouls disappeared for a while, but came back again this morning as I tried to get up and get going with the day. I wondered if they could follow me everywhere, or if there was to be any escape. I had a morning soccer game, and I haven't played in a couple of weeks, so I decided to go. It was hard not to just crawl back under the covers and spend the day in bed with the ghouls- they were really tugging at me. But I kicked them off and got dressed and went to soccer. It turns out they couldn't follow me onto the soccer field! I forgot all about them for a whole hour. No goals today, just a hard ball in the face. I don't care though, it felt so good to be playing. After the game, I figured I had lost them, but when I got home, they were waiting for me. They grabbed hold of me as soon as I stepped into the house and I started sobbing. I was exhausted, so I decided to lay down for half an hour and let them do what they wanted with me. They crawled into bed with me and said cruel things, like about how I could only play soccer for 10 minutes at a time before needing to rest. They snickered about how I used to be able to play a whole game without subbing out and now I was too weak. I let them say what they wanted, knowing they were just trying to pull me into the muck. After 30 minutes I got up and got lunch for the girls. Karina had her final basketball game today, and they didn't follow me to the game. Her team won the championship and I was so happy and proud of her! I'm home now and back in bed. I'm very tired, but the ghouls seem to be satisfied with the 30 minutes I gave them earlier, so they are gone for now. Fucking Bastards. D is taking the girls and I out for dinner to celebrate basketball, and the ghouls are NOT invited!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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Yay Karina! Krista please send my congrats to Karina and her team for winning the championship! I think that was as clear a sign as any that powerful factors in your life are ready to battle those ghouls for you.
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