Second Wind

Ever been so exhausted that you're the dead opposite of exhausted?

Been that kind of month.

You know, the thing is that I sometimes complain about how damned busy I am, how hard it is to keep up with everything, about the kids being kids and the rest of us being adults who come home from work tired and disinclined to enjoy their childhoods with them. I feel like I never have a free moment, that it's always movement, movement, ceaseless fucking movement!--but the complaint is deeper than that.

People weren't built to live this way.

This is a soapbox topic for me, so I'm going to have to hold off on the rest of the rant for the moment as sleep is essential. To be continued...

Struggling at the moment, with a lot of things...

And I'm still not sure how much of it I want to talk about. So we're on very temporary radio silence here until I finish thinking about it.

Also,  Accidental Verbosity is back up and running!

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I don't have much of anything to say today because I have too much of everything to say today. The universe seems intent on kicking the shit out of me and mine, and while things are definitely looking up in some areas, they're downright fucking terrifying in others.

It's no doubt better policy to just go to bed at this point, but I'd just fucking *love* to rip the universe and some of its inhabitants new assholes right now.

Sometimes I fucking hate being an adult.

Crazy day

Husband is at hospital for cardiac cath. I'm at another appt for myself. At least the kids are all in school. This shit would be unmanageable otherwise.

I'd play me some Darryl Worley but I think if someone told me right now, "sounds like life to me," I'd have a screaming fucking nervous breakdown.