Crazy Days are here again...

But did they ever leave?...

There are times when I like to disappear, hide, ignore and be ignored by the world... because, well, I just get fucking tired.

I've been really fuckin' tired lately.

Why?...

In no particular order: Hours of IEP's, new school assignments; inevitable family disappointments, aggravating relatives, and being ever the curiosity in the family gossip... terrible two's temper tantrums and marathon potty-training... Special Olympics and the flu... a long lost brother living on my couch, bills, bills, bils, doctor appointments, physical therapy, holiday crap, new brakes... stressed out trial-lawyer boyfriend spending too much time in the courtroom rolling heads... work, work, work... trip to the mountains again, meeting far-away friends for New Years, on the road again, occational movie that I can stay awake for... lots of heartburn, instant message from "he-who-must-not-be-named," hating the boyfriend's incontenent cat, and playing house to two households... no time for keeping in touch, sporatic, house-hunting, more reading, less writing, more Wellbutrin, and eatting out too much... too many opinions, and after a near overdose of news - enjoying the hell out of watching the bush administration squirm and wallow in the feces of their own quagmire... (horray, Kevo has finally admitted he's ashamed of "his" president after the most recent head-banging, eye-jabbing WTF security contracts... The first step to recovery is admitting the problem after all.)... laziness, fatigue, head up butt, evil thoughts, short temper; my brother is a not-so-fucking-quiet insomiac, and I am sleep deprived... my child is driving me nuts: instant brat - just add mom; I wanna run away... homesick and lots of other crazy soap opera crap that would make a circus freak envious...

But we'll get to that another time.

Cheers.

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"Insane people are always sure that they are fine. It is only the sane people who are willing to admit that they are crazy."
--Nora Ephron