12/19/09

I've been so depressed the last few weeks. I think I've read 24 books in the last week alone. The day before yesterday I could barely read, I fell asleep about an hour and a half into the book. Last night I spent most of the night curled in a ball. You can't imagine how bad I want to buy more books to read right now. I've discovered that is one of my signs of severe depression. I've been taking my meds like I'm suppose to but they don't seem to be helping. And all I've really been able to keep in my stomach is water, ginger ale and bread or crackers. You'd think I'd be losing weight but nooo. Not my luck.

And now I'm having an anxiety attack. We've had a snow storm and for the first time since we've been living in our condo (14 yrs), the stupid village went thru and ticketed everyone parked on the street. It's not like they plow or anything. I want to throw up!

And your first choice to clean cobwebs off your house is....

I must say that I'm glad no-one was hurt but....

And your first choice to clean cobwebs off your house is....
1. Broom
2. Vacuum
3. Leafblower
4. Pressure Washer
5. Blowtorch

SARGENT, Ga. -- A Coweta County man who set his house on fire while cleaning out cobwebs with a blowtorch ....

Grades

Tom and I were talking last night because we got a notice that Morgan is now getting a D in dance. We think she is deliberately sabatoging her grades. Dance is her favorite class. Now she says her teacher hates her.

I think Morgan needs to talk about why she is deliberately trying to fail the classes when last year she was getting "A"'s and proved she was a smart, intelligent young woman. The only difference between last years classes and this years classes is that they require more work to be done. I don't think she likes to work, and the thought scares me. If she doesn't work in school, I think she'll be in for such a shock in the real world where she's going to have to make an effort to get anywhere.

The day after bad news.

I'm so freaking tired today. I've been up since 3 am when Mo's phone alarm went off and I was the only one who woke up to turn it off. I was ready to kill her/ still am!!! 3 am what the hell was she thinking. She set the damn thing wrong. Then the dog decided it was time to get up and get scratched. The hubby is soooo sympathetic. (read sarcastically) He just doesn't get it. Or he's just so withdrawn with the PTSD it's hard to tell if he cares what's happening with me.

When the dog bit me his reaction was less than concerned for me. He was more concerned about the dog and defending the dog than making sure I was okay. I'm still bruised more than a week later. And damn if it doesn't hurt still.