Mar 18, 2012 01:41
~I'm going Broken Record here, but this is more actual 'personal journaling' than Journaling as Performance Art, which I my usual MO.
I'm okay and I'm not okay. Suspended between feeling like everything will work out as long as we take care of business, which we are in fact doing. However, we cannot do that 24/7, even if we had the stamina. It's nearly two in the morning on a Sunday and there's not much business to take care of at the moment.
Part of me is fine with that. Goddess knows the down time is needed. And part of me obsesses that 'time is a wasting'. I'm waiting for another Terror Note from The Ambulance Chaser for instance, one saying “Your House Is Sold. Get Out!” And I already know the response to that is “We'd like a copy of the receipt indicating the property taxes have been paid,” because that would fucking solve that fucking problem.
Of course, they won't have any such thing because he's a lying scumbag and all of this has been utter fucking bullshit from One Day. But we were fucking terrorized and I can still feel that... *sigh*
I feel a bit better having typed all that. I'll do my best to take advantage of that in the moment.
nebs has issues