Okay I just added people to my friends list and it totally borked and added me to my own friends list instead. What a bitch. I'm really tired, but it's a nice kind of tired. I've got a horse show this weekend, where I'll see Jenny, and Chandler's coming down for dinner on Saturday--all three things make me immensely happy on the inside. I've been feeling so oddly detached and dorky here, like I don't really fit anymore. It's strange--I can tell that sometimes people don't know what to do with me anymore. I'm tired of giving reasons and talking my way through mistakes--I just want them to happen so I don't do them again. I don't really flail around anymore, I listen patiently and take what I want and leave the rest behind. I keep looking over my shoulder at old friends I've been leaving behind and others who have been running this whole way neck and neck with me, plodding and slow as I am. It's weird, I'm used to staring at my feet as I run, and now I'm content to just be as I am. On the barn side of news, I've been working and riding very hard and it's paying off good. Pedro and I took some sweet jumps in our Sunday lesson and H & D may have sold Asha. (it was definitely the magic bath and tail brushing I gave her.) Excited about the show. I've been bumped back to 3' but that's cool, atleast I get to show. I still have Chandler's cold. Occasionally my throat'll seize up in a coughing spasm and then I can't breathe for a second, and let me tell you, THAT'S scary. It goes over fast, but it worries my mom that I have pneumonia or bronchitis. Well, my right lung kind of hurts, but arent there supposed to be other symptoms? I feel fine otherwise and it's a dry cough. Maybe I'm consumptive. I'll inform you when I start to cough up blood. Tired as hell. Goodnight.