sick

You all know that I really try to put at least one positive thing in each of my journal entries in order to not look like a self-pitying wretch.

But it's difficult today.

With work, and MathGirl, and my friends having kids, it's all just kind of slowly wearing on me. I'm down today.

Not that my friends having kids is a bad thing; I love Tony's daughter. I'm sure I'll love their newest one, and Luke's. But a while back I realized that my friends' children are likely to be the closest I ever come to having my own.

I wasn't ever even sure I wanted kids. I mean I like them and all, for the most part. But there's just so many things. I think I would like to get married, though - another thing I deem unlikely. And if I was married then I'd want kids.

Enough incoherent babbling.

Later all.