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Please check the dictionary under enough, I think you will find the defination is quite different from that of the phrase too much.
I would appreciate it if this could be cleared up, as my shoulders are about to collapse under the strain.
Today has been a day from hell. I am not ready to talk about all of it, suffice to say I was dreading today yesterda
y for some unknown reason and now I know why.
Warren had an episode at school and they sent him to a safe house, where he looked like he was making progress, only to have a complete breakdown. In a nutshell he rode an ambulence to the ER, ended up needing some sedation, then was admitted back to PSJ, and is now back in the hospita again.
I am running on Doritos, soda, and a really bad vending machine macaroni salad. I have about 5000 things on my to do list that need to be done yesterday, I am hoping the FMLA will protect me on my abesnces from work, I have no money and have used about ever rescource I can think of .
I am at the end of my rope, and the knot is slowly comming untied.
They have changed some staffing at PSJ so lets hope this time they actually DO THEIR FUCKING JOB, and help him. I am on so many waiting lists, and I have been waiting for months. But there are no rescources because blowing things up is more important than education and providing services for those in need. I appologize to my conservative minded friends , but I am sick of this. My son is not able to get the help and education rescources he needs because too much budget is going to fat political pockets instead of to the people where it belongs. And I am not the only one.
I am a little out of it, and stressed to the max so please keep that in mind. I am also totally on edge and quite likely to bite someone's head off and deal with the repurcussions later.
I am tired, too too too tired. I need a vacation.
Mike is still an idiot.
I will write more later. Prayers and good vibes will not go unappreciated.
Prequels ~ Sequels
Music of the mind: :
~*~Have you read these~*~
~ Ode to a child who is no more ~
~ She's baaack ~
~ testing ~
~ Facebook me ~
~ Bleech ~
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.