I'm avoiding doing things that I should really be doing.
I have presents for last Monkey Day for my sisters-in-law, brother-in-law, niece, and nephew, and birthday presents for one of the SILs and for the BIL that really need to get wrapped and mailed. I was not actually finished making them all until March, but that still means they've been sitting around for about two months.
I have GM stuff to take care of for Cougar Ridge. It's somewhat confrontational stuff, and I do not feel up to confrontation. Tonight is a fragile night for me. Thankfully, I have chocolate ice cream, because I have to take care of it ASAP.
I also have things to do related to my mom's estate. I don't want to do any of it, but my siblings are already complaining that I am not handling things properly. One thing I need to do is probably write a letter to all of them and apologize for being so slow and let them know where I am with things. I really wish my mom had not chosen me. I was thinking earlier tonight, in fact, that I hate her for doing this to me. Which thought instantly made me feel like shit, of course.
Like I said, fragile, not up to confrontation. Possible PPD. Definite PMS. So I should probably head over to the FBI BBQ on the QT before I get stuck on KP.
And I think I just found another freaking little mole on my back. They're too obvious to be more alien implants. Unless I'm getting the inept trainee implanters, which would be just my luck.
I have GM stuff to take care of for Cougar Ridge. It's somewhat confrontational stuff, and I do not feel up to confrontation. Tonight is a fragile night for me. Thankfully, I have chocolate ice cream, because I have to take care of it ASAP.
I also have things to do related to my mom's estate. I don't want to do any of it, but my siblings are already complaining that I am not handling things properly. One thing I need to do is probably write a letter to all of them and apologize for being so slow and let them know where I am with things. I really wish my mom had not chosen me. I was thinking earlier tonight, in fact, that I hate her for doing this to me. Which thought instantly made me feel like shit, of course.
Like I said, fragile, not up to confrontation. Possible PPD. Definite PMS. So I should probably head over to the FBI BBQ on the QT before I get stuck on KP.
And I think I just found another freaking little mole on my back. They're too obvious to be more alien implants. Unless I'm getting the inept trainee implanters, which would be just my luck.