I read such a book! It has inspired me to think and think and not stop thinking. It is through these kinds of books that validates my extensive desire to read all the literature I can before I die or lose my abilities to consume. Just feel amazing.
Otherwise my life is the same, only this much better. Actually, I received a call last week that I am reluctant to talk about. I feel utterly victimized over it-which is absurd, I know, because feeling victimized creates more victimization, doesn't it? It also does not allow me to really act. I had the flu for about two weeks. It was debilitating, as illnesses often are with me. I get them and they knock me out and I exist as a dead person until my body defeats the illnesses. Everyone who knows me knows that I am famous for the worst sorts of cold sore breakouts. They ravage my face if I don't catch them in time. Well, I was sick sick sick and basically I allowed the children to take care of themselves. They were in charge of showering and while I provided clean clothes at all times, I really could have cared less if they went to school with Halloween costumes on. So, I get a call that Eric is "dirty" and that his needs are not being attended to. WTF? I was deeply ashamed and hurt. I have no help when I am down. It's me against the world. Anyway, he never looked that bad but his nails looked as though he had been plundering graves with his bare hands. It was shocking and humiliating. I have since made sure he looked "presentable" but not without some anger. I would rather keep sending him to school looking like a reject than satisfying some sinister, rectally- challenged person's complaints. It really burns me up-but since I have to conform, I will. But I would really like to take that person's face and run it into the ground for a few minutes.
My house smells like apple roses because of this candle I bought. I have no idea what an apple rose is, but somehow the candle manages to really smell like an apple and a rose and it's nice.
Is it really 1:33? Why am I always writing so late?
I suppose I should try and sleep. I am already digesting four melatonin-sleep aids. Will they work? Unlikely. I am thinking of you tonight N-LAW. You know who you are. We could have had some adventures together, couldn't we? I miss you.
Otherwise my life is the same, only this much better. Actually, I received a call last week that I am reluctant to talk about. I feel utterly victimized over it-which is absurd, I know, because feeling victimized creates more victimization, doesn't it? It also does not allow me to really act. I had the flu for about two weeks. It was debilitating, as illnesses often are with me. I get them and they knock me out and I exist as a dead person until my body defeats the illnesses. Everyone who knows me knows that I am famous for the worst sorts of cold sore breakouts. They ravage my face if I don't catch them in time. Well, I was sick sick sick and basically I allowed the children to take care of themselves. They were in charge of showering and while I provided clean clothes at all times, I really could have cared less if they went to school with Halloween costumes on. So, I get a call that Eric is "dirty" and that his needs are not being attended to. WTF? I was deeply ashamed and hurt. I have no help when I am down. It's me against the world. Anyway, he never looked that bad but his nails looked as though he had been plundering graves with his bare hands. It was shocking and humiliating. I have since made sure he looked "presentable" but not without some anger. I would rather keep sending him to school looking like a reject than satisfying some sinister, rectally- challenged person's complaints. It really burns me up-but since I have to conform, I will. But I would really like to take that person's face and run it into the ground for a few minutes.
My house smells like apple roses because of this candle I bought. I have no idea what an apple rose is, but somehow the candle manages to really smell like an apple and a rose and it's nice.
Is it really 1:33? Why am I always writing so late?
I suppose I should try and sleep. I am already digesting four melatonin-sleep aids. Will they work? Unlikely. I am thinking of you tonight N-LAW. You know who you are. We could have had some adventures together, couldn't we? I miss you.
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