FloydianSlip

Going Postal
2004-06-01 18:45:30 (UTC)

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I went to bed last night very tired and sore. When I got
to bed I couldn't get to sleep for anything. I stayed up
for the longest time thinking about LouAnn. After her
husband left her all she did was do puzzles all day as if
it was symbolism for putting her life back together
again. She never was really the same.

Jennifer showed me a closet one time and it was filled
with nothing but puzzles. 1,000 - 5,000 piece puzzles. I
was only around 12...14 at most at the time. I call her
sometimes and I ask what she's doing and she tells me she
was working on a puzzle.

I wonder what she thinks about late at night when she
can't sleep. I wonder if she tortures herself with why
Bill left her for another woman or if she's moved into
bitterness and lonliness. I wonder if she thinks about
Chris and why he turned out the way he did. I wonder if
she thinks about Jennifer and hopes that this never
happens to her.

Jennifer's found a good man...I'm happy for her.

Dad goes into the hospital to have some scar tissue
removed from a previous surgery. The foot doctor keeps
bouncing back and forth on whether or not he's going to
operate on dad's foot. Because of the diabetes and poor
blood circulation if dad's foot doesn't heal right they
have to amputate it. I don't think that's the route we
want to go.

Amputate a man's leg and he can still feel it tickling.
Tell me mum, when your little girl is on the slab, where
will it tickle you? - H.L.

I dread going into work today. Ahhh my back, ahhh my
head, ahhh my ovaries, ahhh my pelvic area!! Please make
the time go by fast today so I can come home and go to bed.

I'm not sure if it's just the hormonal change or if I've
actually hit the point in the summer where it's all down
hill from here. It's hard to stay positive when you have
to live here. I'm starting to get short with
everyone...and it hurts because I don't want to be short.
I just...
I just...
I just...




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