After Midnight.

It's after midnight.  I've been on the computer for most of the day, interspersing my time with unpacking and cleaning the trailer.

I am very glad to be out of that wreck of a home.  Throat and eyes are still bugger up from the bacteria.  I won't be surprised if I get sick from this.  It's happened before, when I've cleaned up some intensely messy places.  (Not like in a hoarder's place.  At least I'm not scraping feces off the floor.)

Time to take a decongestant and waddle to bed.

Good night, all.

Kicked in the chin

Ha.  Try to go between two people you love.  Both are fighting.  Try to break it up.  Forget about it.  Both sides insist I didn't give them enough support.

"I stick my neck out for nobody."

Good advice.  I'll follow it.

I feel betrayed by my daughter and her friend.

The door's open, but only the wind's whistling through.

Haiku

The door is open
Just the wind's whistling through
Stopped with a slam-click.

I was hospitalized at Mary Lanning back in November of 2014, on the Sunday before Thanksgiving and Black Friday.  I felt like committing suicide after having a nasty fight with Paul and dealing with the fallout afterwards.

Dear friends and family, please ask me how I'm doing.  I won't lie to you if I say, "I feel lousy," instead of saying, "I'm fine."  Don't assume fault.  There is none.

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I quit drinking alcohol because I realized I'm a binge drinker.

I stopped drinking alcohol because I would binge drink.

I stopped smoking because I would chain smoke.

I don't drink soda pop because I don't like its sweetness.

3 positives:
I'm strong enough to quit drinking alcohol.
I'm strong enough to quit drinking soda pop.
I'm strong enough to stop smoking.

DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW MUCH I FUCKING HATE CONSERVATIVE TEABAGGERS AND RETHUGLICANS?

Letters of Note: She doesn't answer the phone

Letters of Note: She doesn't answer the phone

Mrs. Betty Bowers - Best of 2014