I am so tired. I crashed at about ten last night. I suspect it will be even earlier tonight. I'm suffering through that monthly feeling of anticipation and frustration, so I know I'm ovulating, and I haven't smiled much in the last couple of days. My own sense of humor is shut down right now. I'm going to stay home tonight, and I think Brent is going to go home tonight as well. My kitchen cupboards are almost bare, and my cats are suffering from the lack of attention. I came home this morning to find a bag of hot dog buns scattered all over the living room and dining room, with tiny bites taken out of them like they were ears of corn. Ran the sweeper at seven a.m., probably pissed off every neighbor I have. Don't care.
Mom wants Scarlett to come home Friday and spend at least one night with me. I want to see her, but I really have nothing to feed her. Mom will give us groceries to take home when I go to pick her up. Got to remember not to let mom bring her to me (despite the fact that I only have a half tank of gas). LIfe is weighing kinda heavy on my shoulders. The same is true of Brent - he's got a lot of issues. I feel so bad for him. In fact what I'm feeling is probably in part empathy for his situation. siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh