It’s been over a month. It’s been a busy month.
2 of my best friends are MIA. I’m sad.
I’m in the stew pot at work. Sorry but my kiddos are my first priority. Work can suck it if they don’t like it.
My cat died Monday night. PB and I are still pretty upset about it. J’s upset because we are.
My house is up for sale. I hope I can manage to buy one instead of having to put up with another crappy rental.
I’m all kinds of confused about all of life these days.
I’ve been having alot of really disturbing dreams about people I haven’t seen in 10+ years.
I’ve been sick. The kids have been sick.
Icks has been skipping visitation alot.
I’ve got bills piling up.
My house is a mess.
I’m lonely and scared and tired. I miss my kitty. I hope the people I can’t get ahold of (or who have decided to block me….) are OK.
Other than all that, I’m just fine, really, everything’s OK. I am not falling apart. OK, maybe just a little bit around the edges.
I keep telling everyone I’m OK. But I’m not. And, at the moment, no one cares. Sorry to depress ya’ll. Next time I’ll just make up a story about traveling to exotic locals with no internet.