Thank god it is 4 more minutes until Friday. Been a hell of a week. Also, tomorrow is the last day in this horrid month.
Death of a friend, confrontations with neighbors, kids totally not listening, friction with the husband unit, grandmother (and last living grandparent) is not doing well health wise.
I have been so full of pure anger lately. Lots of yelling, throwing of things; I have become a three year old with 37 years worth of baggage to fuel the tantrums.
I need a good outlet for all this pent up, furious ball inside of my head. It is very crowded with problems that have no solutions. I hate that. I am big on solutions and resolutions and I am just spinning my wheels in the sand.
Well, dear readers, time for bed. The cloak of sleep may provide some temporary passage through these choppy waters.
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