Stand still so I can see your silhouette.

I know there is strength in the differences between us.
I know there is comfort where we overlap.

Why am I in such a craptastic mood? I was pretty happy all morning long, even at 7:45am at Whitehall Yearling High School's OWA class (which arguably sucks). I made it through WYHS and Reynoldsburg Junior High without incident, and on the way back to Children's I called my girl and everything was great. I ate my blah lunch of Healthy Choice something-or-other, and it wasn't until I talked to my boss that I was in a pooer of a mood.

I am at that point that occurs every two weeks or so where I feel thoroughly overwhelmed. I don't have the energy to give to my clients, I don't have the energy to give to the Big Gay Job^TM, I don't have the energy to devote to school... crap! That reminds me that I was planning to go to the library yesterday evening. Whoops. Last night I fell asleep at Cary's at 8:45pm or so while watching Mallrats. Yawn. I got home and was cranky all over my girl, which isn't even remotely fair. I'm sorry, by the way.

Today I broke one of my cardinal rules and made personal phone calls at work. I called the Domestic Relations office to find out about where/how to file for a dissolution of marriage, and I searched for attorneys that I need to call to find out their costs for document preparation. I know that I could probably do it all myself, but I don't have the energy for that either. I think someplace will do it for $300-$400. At this point, I might as well. Bleh. But then I got cranky that, once again, I was doing all of this preparation and planning shit myself, which is terribly irritating. I can not, and will not, ask again for help. I will not have another "I'm really too busy to do this" conversation.

I want to crawl into bed and sleep until Saturday afternoon. But that won't write my midterm paper, do my laundry, take out my garbage, bring out my recycling, change the sheets on my bed, read for school, go to work, go to classes, and clean the house for me.

*sigh* Still no word from Ameritech or the Public Utilities Commission or the Better Business Bureau.

Eye candy:

Wowwie wow!

My Carol Jean has a livejournal now! Everyone say hello to lorac!!

Our tinytim family is growing and growing:
asmodel, bigmeanie, binkiegirl, biophile6, bodhimindspirit, cfred, dch4, dietbubba, dilettante, dollraves, gala, goldispikes, jost, khaosworks, kieron, kungfoogirl, lorac, prunesnprisms, reo, rizzo41, scirocco, siercia, solcita, sydneygb, tbons, thespian, wayward_va, xanthe42, youtsk, zarabeth, zelazny

Wow. Holy heck, people. You've sustained me for years and watched me grow up. Wow.

Extra love and thank yous to those who have been there for me through everything:

My Tio Sancho, who endured me through junior high and high school, who taught me to feel, who witnessed my tears, who told me that watching me grow was like touching the ground and having a flower sprout. Ani ohevet otcha.

My Wiley and My Jenn, who are both halves of the Dynamic Power Couple, but are also two of the most incredible individuals I have ever had the pleasure to meet. These two drove from Boston to Bangor to help me move furniture into a Ryder truck, and all they asked for compensation was pizza and ice cream. There is nothing I wouldn't do for either of you.

My Carol Jean, we lived through LaGrange and Easthampton. We lived through marriage and divorce. We were 17 together, and now we're 26. You /are/ my entire college experience. I don't think I have the words in my grasp to accurately describe how much I love you.

My Binkie, you have made Columbus, especially the right-now Columbus, bearable. You made my 26th birthday special by showing me that sometimes I am worth a little bit of extra time. Because of you, I slept in a froo-froo bed. Validate me. :)

My Jodie, there are no words. You are above all of them. You are my greatest friend, and I'm sorry that I can't hug a photograph. (Only problem - batteries don't last so long.)

John, we agree on what is most important - that we will always be there for each other. Thank you.

My Magpie, you are poetry. You share my favorite day of the year, and because of that, you have never been far from my heart even though we let too much time go by without contact. Thank you for letting me pick up where we left off in 1997. Thank you for being my second chance girl.

Stolen from My Andrew Jean:

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