I really hate that I am so freakin sensitive sometimes. I can't even help it; sometimes I take things so personally it takes a long time to recover. Even while at the same time I am cursing myself for being too sensitive... I think I am getting a little bit better; the older I get, but sometimes the simplest of jokes sting worse than an insult. But it doesn't have to be a joke... can be a statement or reaction to something I say; and sometimes it cuts like a knife. And I just shut down. I hate that. I don't know how to fix it.
Anyway, onto better things.... Air Supply is coming to the Emerald Queen Casino at the End of May and I so want to go... too bad I'm broke as a joke, and tix go on sale monday.