...not the season; but a reason.
Or at least what I look like. Gotta remember today. Unbelievable. UN.BE.LIEV.A.BLE.
I'm SO glad you're not a material girl, because thanks to the "graciousness" of MB50, looks like we won't have a Christmas.
I'll tell ya when you're older. Like 30 or so.
Your mom, who's REALLY trying to keep her sheize together
I'm way too tired to do anything, much less an update. The Cliff Notes -- although very enlightening and interesting (note to self re: DH revelations regarding his "50-something-year-old-friend-with-benef
Boyscout called this morning, offering his support; should've taken him up on the headrub after all this crap. JJ, however, was with me. After the horror and reality of my little situation finally settled in, and I literally broke down, he put his arm around me.
Yeah. I've shed more tears today than all this year (probably needed to). Again, best saved for a personal entry. Way too sensitive (and potentially damaging to...what's left of my life. Got to be too much, and I just broke down. In retrospect I should've tried to hang on until we got back here. Er, right.
Going STRAIGHT to bed after this.
WHAT A DAY. I'm also now a lovely $1,200 or so poorer than I started off (which has to be paid MONTHLY). It's freakin' tragic. No other way to put it.
Yeah. I'm going to bed.
Tomorrow /has/ to be better.
Did get mail from graphics department. Encouraging no less. The rest of the day was straight-up/kick-arse work and then ALL THAT CRAP.
Ya gotta know when to stop journaling publicly I'm thinking. This is one of those times. Ja. I'm out.