Mamarati

It is the strangest thing I have with milk, I have to drink it before the expiration date, otherwise I feel so bad.

D is home. At long last. It has been a long couple of days. Jacob’s surgery went well, and his eye looks real good. The doctor looked at it this morning and said so too. He was out of the hospital pretty quickly afterward, and has only shown a little bit of crankiness.
Well, we ARE moving out of state. Joy. I just can’t wait. NOT!!!!! I so dread this move. I hate it I hate it I hate it.
But, as long as I am with D, I guess I really don’t care. MY family is all that matters now. I need to keep that in focus. I don’t need a city to make me happy. I don’t need my sister or father to make me happy (not that they ever could). I don’t need Kim to make me happy (although she always does). I can maintain all those relationships whether I am here or not. I can’t be happy when there are bill collectors all over my ass day and night however, and this move might be the end of that. Wouldn’t that be nice?
It’ll never happen. Bill collectors will probably still call me after I am dead.