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-10:18 AM
Immediate note to self: Spring for a new keyboard and mouse when I get paid next week, and cover my remaining bills. The ones I have I've had since I got the computer, and while they work I can sense it wearing down.
Still no X-Mas shopping done just yet. Had to spring for all the groceries last weekend since Dad's car's starter failed Saturday morning. Took them a few hundred to get it fixed.
Also, Dad's going into the hospital tomorrow. There's...something on his colon, he told me, and the docs want to just get it out even if they're not sure what the deal is. Which makes sense, in a way. He's said he should be going in tomorrow, and coming home Thursday. I...am upset. Naturally. A lot of the daily living is a struggle, and I find myself with no real way to ease the pressure I feel from all sides. I'm not greeted with 'good morning' anymore. It's 'take the dog out before you go, no matter how much you're running late.' Same when I come home.
I...God, lately I've been feeling like a little performing toy. Like one of those wind-up little monkeys with the cymbals. Just press the button, and there he goes.
Immediate note to self: Spring for a new keyboard and mouse when I get paid next week, and cover my remaining bills. The ones I have I've had since I got the computer, and while they work I can sense it wearing down.
Still no X-Mas shopping done just yet. Had to spring for all the groceries last weekend since Dad's car's starter failed Saturday morning. Took them a few hundred to get it fixed.
Also, Dad's going into the hospital tomorrow. There's...something on his colon, he told me, and the docs want to just get it out even if they're not sure what the deal is. Which makes sense, in a way. He's said he should be going in tomorrow, and coming home Thursday. I...am upset. Naturally. A lot of the daily living is a struggle, and I find myself with no real way to ease the pressure I feel from all sides. I'm not greeted with 'good morning' anymore. It's 'take the dog out before you go, no matter how much you're running late.' Same when I come home.
I...God, lately I've been feeling like a little performing toy. Like one of those wind-up little monkeys with the cymbals. Just press the button, and there he goes.
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