Re: For me!
Hour 100... I threw a small party in my head.
Mammogram went as well as it could. Squish and push, push and squish.
The gun class was boring. Tomorrow we shoot; tonight was just lecture. I learned a little about the law and quite a bit about gun safety. The class was not well taught, but that's probably just because I am a teacher. Lots of info in a small time frame--good thing I am a quick study!
I am now officially smoking again. Bought a pack, and I have had three. No reason to quit as my outlook is more and mre pathetic. No call back from the counselor. Thank goodness for the samaritans. Thank goodness.
I think M must be able to ignore the pain he has caused without hearing from me. I know he must think that the worst is over. I know differently. The path is clear for ou complete distruction. Way to go M, way to go Daddy, way to go once-upon-a-man.
@Kathryn-- The girls don't want to see Micheal. It's me that wants to see him. They know him as a horror now. Only I remember what could be. Oldest said she wishes he was dead. I concur quietly. He is lost to his own ego. Lost to his own illness, in no want of a cure. He is asea.
@SA--Vodka sounds good. I may have one in a couple of days. I need a mojito, but my new med concentration makes me sooooooooo sleepy at bedtime.
Puppy is well.
I am rambling.
Night, sweet princesses of misfortune. I love you one and all,
J
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