I don't feel like telling you that I am in pain again this morning. I don't feel like saying that sleep was impossible until the wee hours of the morning, and here I am, just after five. I don't feel like dicussing the fact that i want to scream from the fire in my legs arms back neck shoulders toes. So we will move on.
I don't feel like talking about the new round of difficulties/challenges that my kids are facing, or the fact that best friend of D got himself in trouble in a town three hours from here and that D went to counsel/console and that she is planning to move to said town in the next two weeks. I really don't want to talk about YS---although he has apparently been searching for a job in earnest and actually has an interview on tuesday. I'm not in the mood to talk about any of that.
Ditto on work issues challenges annoyances problems employees fucking creative accounting. Not in the mood to convey what a fucked up group of people that spend their time there each day, nor the fact that it feels like home to my own fuckedupness.
Don't feel like bragging about what a good girl I am and that we stayed in last evening and will for the rest of the weekend because I cannot bear the idea of going out due to wanting to lay my hurting body down and cry.
I guess I'm just not in the mood to post this morning. Later.