11:05 p.m. - 2010-11-28
tired, Is it March yet?
I don't wanna go back to that fucking box. Yes, Im whining about my job again.
This is the same desk I had sitting in my room for as long as I lived at Dad's. It's the only piece of furniture that has survived.. I think. hmm.. yeah cuz I left my dresser with Patrick. Because I was being nice when I left in that eight hour shift and left him a LOT of my shit, not the least of which was my computer... he destroyed it anyways.. yeah taht's what downloading porn does !
It's weird to think how many hours I have sat at this desk... doing homework when I was in grade school, and high school, and then NOT doing homework, and burning candles in my room.. making melted wax sculpture things.. getting wax fucking everywhere.. After I moved out,and after I paid for my car and got my computer, then I spent MANY hours at this desk playing warcraft. Then in the apartment on brunswick, many hours writing on diaryland... and playing warcraft, and being fucking crazy...
This desk has seen a LOT of crazy... a lot.
I need to go to bed, I'm exhausted. These last four days have been stressful. wait, the last week. No, 10 days? 9 days? A lot has happened.
My meal plan has saved me. I have to write out Dorian's lunches, to make it complete.
I hope I have access at work tomorrow. I hope Juli's cards come in tomorrow. I hope my calender gets in soon.
I have a budget to sort out. On Wednesday. That day I will email my lawyer and lay out my new income, as well as my new expenses for the car. I have to add the new dryer on to my tab with mom.. haven't done that yet either.
Julianne asked me the other day if I could please get a Daddy to live with us. She wants a Daddy to be here too.
HER WORDS, not mine. Not a single letter is mine. I assured her that I would look for a good one to live with us. But that it might take a while to find a good one. She's okay with that answer.
