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My Life Thus Far
Nonsensical Babble
I don't know if I'm depressed, a little psychotic,
obsessive-compulsive, lazy or a complex combination of all
the above. My house is a disaster because I haven't done
anything in it since Wednesday (it's Sunday). I have a
hard time doing only one thing, though. If I sweep the
floor, I have to vacuum. If I vacuum, I must mop. I can't
do the floors before I dust, so before I can even sweep, I
have to dust. It's a vicious cycle. Now I'm just itching
for tomorrow to come so I can get everything back in
order. I'm not going to break my "No Work On Weekends"
rule. It's the only thing I have to look forward to all
week, I need it. That's my lazy time.
Other than that nonsensical little bit of babble, I have
nothing really to say. Now that the sentancing hearing has
come and gone, the pinnacle of the whole disaster,
everything is down hill from here. I still have the
restitution hearing (sometime in the next six months) and
the child support battle (that's going nowhere in a hurry.
Snookums' parents are going to get us a lawyer, though, so
that we don't have to do it ourselves anymore). I'm not in
any sort of turmoil at the moment, so therefore, nothing
to write about. I could complain about how boring my life
is, how fat I am, how I can't find the motivation to get
off my fat ass, stop eating and lose weight, but what fun
is that? I probably would be depressed again, maybe even
more so than before. I realize that I need to get a handle
on my weight, but until I'm ready to commit, what good is
talking about how lousy I think I look? Speaking of
commitment, I've got a cake in the oven I need to
check......Do I sound ready to commit to a diet? Hell no!
I'm not even going to kid myself.
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