Before I Collapse.

I'm about to literally just collapse. On my little 1 - 100 scale of strength/stamina/energy/consciousness, I'm maybe at a 5.

The trip up here was alright up until the last 20 miles of it (It's a 75 mile trip, one way). The roads have been butchered severely from construction, and they have barriers established on either sides of the road... too close to the road. It practically looks like you're gonna smash into it if you don't ride the center line. And with traffic moving at a clip of 75 to 80 mph, it's not exactly a carefree adventure.

I got caught up in a caravan of tractor trailers... the middle rig being a loaded fuel tanker. I was riding practically parallel with him when the barriers kicked in on either side, forcing us both to have to shift towards the center line. We were maybe 3 feet from each other, and rode this way for a full mile. I was terrified, and soooo relieved to get off the expressway.

The house... has changed. The garage is now a bit of a hangout where we play darts, listen to the radio, and sit around and socialize. Apparently it's a good place on weeknights when Mike has to work and silence is needed. I've suggested getting a small television so we can hook my gaming consoles up and have a rocking time, but that's a trip for another day.

Mama is smoking again, which worries me. She says she has no intentions of continuing it for long and started up again (after at least 10 years of going without) while trying to get off her medications... a task that she unfortunately could not pass.

As a result of inhaling the smoke and the remnants of paint fumes from the house renovations and the garage re-painting, my lungs have gone into shock. I've been coughing violently and hysterically for the past hour... so much that my chest hurts with every breath and I'm having troubles breathing. The entire airway is constricted, and I'll probably be reaching for my emergency inhaler sometime later. For now, we're hoping cough syrup will remedy it.

I got to be mauled by animals. Which reminds me... my pets have random nicknames.

Max, according to me, is called "Maxamillion." Due to Charlie being so big, I've grown fancy to calling him "Belly" (XD). Nitro is affectionately known as "Ni'ro." Romeo has somehow earned the nickname of "Memo." I decided to start calling Cola "Budderboo," as it's a silly name and he's a silly dog. Shasta is "McNasty..." she has been since she was a pup. I like to call Snoopy "Little Man" because he thinks he's some kinda human.

Yeah... a lot of people don't care much for that sorta stuff.

So yeah. Aside from the painful hacking due to me inhaling things I really have no business being anywhere near, it's been a good day. I smell like dog and bug spray, and look very rough around the edges. It's time for me to collapse into bed, where I'll probably not even bother changing into pajamas and will just pass out the second I hit the pillow.

Dani's tired.