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My Life Thus Far
~*~I'M BACK~*~
Forgive me for the neglect I've been showing you, dear
diary. Since I've gotten home, I really just haven't felt
much like writing. My life is so out of balance and I feel
lopsided for some reason. Like, experiencing something so
enjoyable (like seeing my Dad and getting out of
Washington) has thrown me off kilter a little (or a lot).
I don't want to clean or sleep or do anything I'm suppose
to. I only want to go to the gym, shop and indulge in all
my petty vises. I'm so self-centered.
Since I've gone almost a complete week without writing,
I'll do my best to catch you up in the quickest manner
possible. I'll stick to the main details:
TUESDAY: I didn't write Tuesday night because the time I
usually wrote (while the kids watched cartoons) I was
cleaning. I thought it would be a nice gesture on my part,
if I imparted a little feminine cleanliness to Dad's
apartment. It only took me an hour and the results were
amazing, at least to him. After the kids were asleep, we
spent most of the night talking and enjoying each other's
company, since I was leaving in the morning.
WEDNESDAY: The girls' and I didn't leave right away. We
actually left around 1:30pm. I didn't want to go at all,
so I prolonged the good-byes and made excuses for staying
longer. Eventually it got to the point where it was just
too painful to keep dragging it out. So, we headed home. I
decided to break the trip up over two days so that it
wouldn't be quite so daunting. I stopped in Woodland, CA.
a suburb just north of Sacramento. We stayed in a Comfort
Inn (nothing nearly as nice as the Best Western Beverly
Pavilion we stayed at in Beverly Hills, but it served it's
purpose).
THURSDAY: After a fitful night's sleep, I finished the
drive home, which ended up taking 4 hours longer than
going. Which to this day doesn't make any damn sense, but
that's just the way it was. I also got a speeding ticket,
but considering the speeds I was reaching, I was just
grateful it was only for 10 mph over, instead of 30 mph
over, that would have been ugly. We got home around 11pm
and instead of going to bed like I should, I stayed up
cleaning out the car, bringing in bags, taking out
garbage. I'm such a glutton for punishment.
FRIDAY: I wrote a half-assed entry, nothing much happened
other than the usual. Gym, grocery shopping, home. That's
it.
SATURDAY: While I was gone, I'd recieved a certified
letter from the Department Of Corrections. It needed to be
signed for, so I had to go to the post office to retrieve
it. There's only one reason I'd be getting a letter from
the DOC, so I knew what I was in for. My step-father will
be a free man August 17, 2006. He'll be on probation in
Kent and won't be allowed to leave King county, but I
don't know for how long. I don't feel that I'm in any
danger, but the thought of him being free is a teeny bit
unsettling. I fear for Annie's safety more than my own.
SUNDAY: I wallowed in my own self pity, until Gen came and
resucued me from it. She actually came over, started my
laundry, helped me unpack and motivated me to keep out of
the bed. Once she left, it didn't work, but I sincerely
appreciate her trying. I value our friendship so much.
It's hard to believe we let so much time pass between us.
I won't let that happen again.
Today was a good day. I was kind of on a high all day,
which I still haven't come down from. I was busy all day,
which was good for my mind. I went to the gym, washed the
car, special ordered Snookums' uniforms (he's too tall for
the ones in the uniform shop), mailed some bills,
deposited my last paycheck (sniffle:sniffle, not), then
the fun began. Gen and I shopped. I found a suitable dress
for Snookums homecoming (which is tomorrow afternoon!)
including shoes and earrings, I bought 5 pairs of new
panties from Victoria's Secret and the whole line of Key
Lime Lust body products, since that's Snookums favorite
dessert and I'm sure he'd love me to smell like it. Now
I'm pretty much just procrastinating because I don't want
to clean the house, or put laundry away. I'm feeling so
lazy. I want everything perfect, though. So, I'd better
get off here and get to work. Damn I hate work. Ciao.
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