It's teen weekend at the crib, and I'm still suffering a migraine. I'm not going to bring up the newest "fight" the spawnlette and I had. They seem to be too frequent lately. She's so angry, but I can't determine why. It feels like it's directed towards me, however. Not a good feeling, and I don't understand it. Seems like she never laughs and jokes anymore unless her friends are around. The scary thing about that is, is that I do the same thing. I'm grossly unhappy, but to be around me you can't tell. In fact, I seem overly happy most of the time. She's too smart for a regular psych, so I'm just going to watch and see what happens over the next couple of months.
Ain't I a ray of sunshine? lol. I hush now. I should never write (a) at night; (b) when I'm in pain; or (c) when I know I'm in the midst of depression. Doesn't bode well for good journal entries, and I really have nothing good to say. Yay.
So Imma end it here. Got to cook breakfast in a few minutes. HOW FUN.