I can finally check that update box
I have lost count on the amount of times I have thought of doing this entry. The reason I hardly update anymore is because therapy has replaced this journal’s purpose as an outlet for my feelings. However, there have been several instances where this very journal has provided exact dates needed to fill out various forms (like move in dates, when I ( Read more... )
Honestly, I now feel very blah and just want to always sleep, but that could be the stomach bug I just got over. I was pretty happy the week before.
Christian just gets more and more adorable. His new thing is being Nemesis (remake, since the trash bag version doesn’t scare him). Before that, he was into Blue’s Clues.The duality of that boy.
Though I wasn’t part of Marsia’s wedding party, I was in charge of watching her senior dogs overnight. So, I got to do something that my anxiety can handle. She also made it a point to make sure I heard when the Buffy theme song came on. I’ll take what I can get.
I’m just glad that Rachel saw the error of her ways. Too bad it was from a special event that usually only happens once.
As a fellow introvert, I don’t know how much I can help either, but I am always here for you virtually. =D (just in case, Mom has gotten good with the GPS).
The weirdest thing Randy has done is hold our mail for us, since he “happens” to be there when the mailman arrives. It’s only a crime if he refused to give it to us. Also, he has been dumping ours and his trash into the neighbor’s bin. She (the neighbor) told him to stop. He didn’t. She called the cops yesterday. She said she would call the housing people too. I am secretly hoping this gets him kicked out. In the meantime, Mom has been hanging out with him less and less.
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