Things Suck
Can I have a day where I don’t have a to-do list breathing fire on my neck? Or a deadline, or a paper to write? Or a thousand and one things that are more important than lounging on the sofa reading a trashy novel?? Just one. MAYBE? Thanks to my idiocy and mental madness, even my free day is no longer free. Ugh. Here’s hoping this weekend will be drama-free.
A Series of Unfortunate Events
Having served in the Navy sometimes feels like it happened to somebody else. Except for when life reminds me through a series of unfortunate events.
Sleep? What’s that?
Being a single mom puts the "I can't do it" whining into perspective fast. I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead cause there is no one else but me.
Bracing For Impact
I must be suffering from the effects of residual stress because my head has been pounding all day. I can only assume that it is my body reacting to what I have yet to wrap my mind around completely: that in a matter of hours, my calm will be disrupted by the arrival of mr horrible. I have been too busy to really stop and take stock.
Already Brushing Off the Dust
There are entire music playlists I can't listen to anymore. Then this song came on the radio and made me want to punch someone in the face. That made me happy.
