Quiet

So I don’t really feel like talking. Not surprising all things considered. No call, no show by the aforementioned bio father – no surprises.
Work is really sucking, and could be coming to an end soon. We’ll see. There will definitely be changes in regards to that in the very near future.

I spend way too much time psyching myself up and letting myself down, and then psychoanalyzing why and how. I spend too much time alone.

I whine way too much.
I have two unfinished reviews that have been sitting for a week…
Far too many projects going on in my head.

Sleep is a myth, perpetuated by mattress salesmen.

The girls do so much, and change so fast that I scarcely seem to know them at times.
I should be in bed, but I’m scared of what’s in my head that comes out in the dark.

Anyone wannna come kick my ass for me?

now playing: Silence and city sounds.

4 thoughts on “Quiet”

  1. I love you son, you know sometimes it could slow down! Take Ray up on his offer, hanging with the boys is always good. If you can arrange some time for you and MBW to have some adult time, Grammy and Auntie are always here!
    Mommy loves you!

  2. Cheryl please do. I could use a hand with that.
    Ray, please take him away to hang with you and Pete: that would be lovely.
    TD: I love you. No matter what. Forever. Don’t forget it. And I will kick your ass if you need it, or hug you if you’d rather. Or both.

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