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Down for the count

23.03.03 @ 22:07
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I'm so tired and just not caring about anything at the momenIt. I can't really explain it. I woke up fine this morning, then Warren and I went for a very long walk, all the way to the Subway across from IHOP, which is about 15 blocks each way. We split a sub and then stopped at K-Mart on the way home. (Okay we also ducked into Krispy Kreme, but we were good and only had one small donut each). I was still in a more or less good mood.

Then I came home and all the air went out of my balloon. I don't know if its the war, my finanical hell, worrying about Warren, Mike being his usually Jack-assy self, or a combination of all of the above.

Watching a show about Carroll O'Conner isn't helping. I never reacted to a celebrity death before the way I reacted to his. I think its because in many ways he reminds me of my dad. He has the same build, a very similiar personality and scarily enough very similiar mannerisms, even though they are different politically. Its almost kind of Twilight Zonish.

On the bright side the Cephelexan is doing in a matter of less than a day, what weeks and weeks of Elidel couldn't do. DR. F may know psychiatrity, but he knows didly about skin conditions.

Except for having a great Mom and son time with WArren the hightlight of my day has been catching a repeat of Angel on WB tonight. Now I know I am pathetic. I am in such a Pink Floyd kinda mood, but The Wall only makes me feel worse. I wonder what depressed insomniacs did before Nick at Night? I also have developed a bizarre habit of going on line, and then going to bed leaving my computer up and logged on. Its somehow strangley comforting, to know the whole world is right there, on the other end of my computer screen. In a very strange way, its less lonely that way. Like I said, pathetic..

I'm going to pretend to sleep now.

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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.

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