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i am so fucking tired today.
i worked until 1 last night and after picking up tricky it was after 2 before i got home. then he wouldn't go back to sleep and i had to lay with him in bed for over a half hour, even though i had to pee hella bad. so now it's almost 3am and i needed to wash diapers as he was in his very last one, even after using my e-diaper (for emergencies only because of a broken snap and several others that are ripping). they had to go through the last cycle and i had to stay up so i could hang the PUL and throw the rest into the dryer so they'd be ready this morning. i should have spent the time cleaning but instead i spent it stalking ebay and downloading mp3's. finally i went to bed at about 4. my alarm rang at 7:30 because i had an early appointment with a client. blech.
so i met my client (and was only seven minutes late!) and after i was through with him i went to my office to get try to get a check cut for a seminar on gang violence that i'm going to next month. i love all the women who work there and they all fawn over tricky so i can relax a little and have something to eat without being climbed on. i stayed there until about 10:30, then drove back to minneapolis, swung by suzee's house to see if my wool wash had come (not yet) and hightailed it back to the attic house because quinn was supposed to show around 11:30.
now tricky and quinn are playing and watching jem and the holograms on dvd. i fully intend to get some house work done in just a few minutes. quinn will be picked up at four, and i have to leave here shortly after 5 for a staff meeting. my boss called and told me to be early because there is a candle light vigil for a client who was shot in the head recently at seven. i don't want to go. i think i'll come home and crash. the cient is still alive, but in critical condition at hcmc. she is one victim in a rash of crimes against young transwomen of color lately. i don't really know how to deal with it. it makes me too sad and i feel too helpless.
i worked until 1 last night and after picking up tricky it was after 2 before i got home. then he wouldn't go back to sleep and i had to lay with him in bed for over a half hour, even though i had to pee hella bad. so now it's almost 3am and i needed to wash diapers as he was in his very last one, even after using my e-diaper (for emergencies only because of a broken snap and several others that are ripping). they had to go through the last cycle and i had to stay up so i could hang the PUL and throw the rest into the dryer so they'd be ready this morning. i should have spent the time cleaning but instead i spent it stalking ebay and downloading mp3's. finally i went to bed at about 4. my alarm rang at 7:30 because i had an early appointment with a client. blech.
so i met my client (and was only seven minutes late!) and after i was through with him i went to my office to get try to get a check cut for a seminar on gang violence that i'm going to next month. i love all the women who work there and they all fawn over tricky so i can relax a little and have something to eat without being climbed on. i stayed there until about 10:30, then drove back to minneapolis, swung by suzee's house to see if my wool wash had come (not yet) and hightailed it back to the attic house because quinn was supposed to show around 11:30.
now tricky and quinn are playing and watching jem and the holograms on dvd. i fully intend to get some house work done in just a few minutes. quinn will be picked up at four, and i have to leave here shortly after 5 for a staff meeting. my boss called and told me to be early because there is a candle light vigil for a client who was shot in the head recently at seven. i don't want to go. i think i'll come home and crash. the cient is still alive, but in critical condition at hcmc. she is one victim in a rash of crimes against young transwomen of color lately. i don't really know how to deal with it. it makes me too sad and i feel too helpless.