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Please ignore me while I pound my head repeated against the nearest wall. If I didn't know better, I would say that today was Friday the 13th. I cannot even begin to convey what a horrible day it has been, and it's only 8:30 in the morning.
I woke up abruptly because I dreamed that my doorbell rang. It was so real, that I jumped out of bed, thinking there was an emergency, pulled ona pair of jeans and ran to my front door. But no--no one there, and the porch light hadn't come on (motion sensor), so that's how I figured out I was dreaming. That was twenty-one minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. Needless to say that I didn't get back to sleep.
There was no hot water after my husband and children had their showers, so I didn't get to bathe yet today, and I have cramps (TMI, I know), so that hot water would have been welcome.
I found a black crayon had gone through the clothes dryer and ruined five pairs of my son's pants.
Oh! And to whomever sold my e-mail address to some horny housewives porn site: There is a special level of hell just waiting for you to die.
I typed out responses to reviews for FTU and updated my LJ, and then LJ ate it. It's gone. I did it all again, and my computer decided to have a stroke and kicked me out, not saving anything in the process. GRrrrrrr.
Now, I have about an hour until my very depressed sister shows up on my doorstep (most likely in tears) because she didn't do her Writing assignment for her Op Ed class, and expects me to pretty much do it for her. She's doubling up on her meds, but that's not going to help me at all. Now I have to come up with an arguement about at what point a drug addicted mother becomes a criminal and whether or not it's constitutional for a court to order drug addict not to procreate anymore, based on this article: http://www.stanford.edu/class/humbio169/add-readings/judge_children_court.html
After I do that, I'm going to eat copious amount of chocolate in whatever forms I can find it in. Then I'll make brownies.
Anyway, after typing out all the responses to reviews twice and having them eaten twice, I'm just going to do this:
To those of you who left reviews for me in the past 24-48 hours, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. If you had specific questions that you needed answered, please comment to this entry and I will answer them.
And to make up for the most disturbing link from yesterday, I give you this:
Llama song! http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php
I woke up abruptly because I dreamed that my doorbell rang. It was so real, that I jumped out of bed, thinking there was an emergency, pulled ona pair of jeans and ran to my front door. But no--no one there, and the porch light hadn't come on (motion sensor), so that's how I figured out I was dreaming. That was twenty-one minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. Needless to say that I didn't get back to sleep.
There was no hot water after my husband and children had their showers, so I didn't get to bathe yet today, and I have cramps (TMI, I know), so that hot water would have been welcome.
I found a black crayon had gone through the clothes dryer and ruined five pairs of my son's pants.
Oh! And to whomever sold my e-mail address to some horny housewives porn site: There is a special level of hell just waiting for you to die.
I typed out responses to reviews for FTU and updated my LJ, and then LJ ate it. It's gone. I did it all again, and my computer decided to have a stroke and kicked me out, not saving anything in the process. GRrrrrrr.
Now, I have about an hour until my very depressed sister shows up on my doorstep (most likely in tears) because she didn't do her Writing assignment for her Op Ed class, and expects me to pretty much do it for her. She's doubling up on her meds, but that's not going to help me at all. Now I have to come up with an arguement about at what point a drug addicted mother becomes a criminal and whether or not it's constitutional for a court to order drug addict not to procreate anymore, based on this article: http://www.stanford.edu/class/humbio169/add-readings/judge_children_court.html
After I do that, I'm going to eat copious amount of chocolate in whatever forms I can find it in. Then I'll make brownies.
Anyway, after typing out all the responses to reviews twice and having them eaten twice, I'm just going to do this:
To those of you who left reviews for me in the past 24-48 hours, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. If you had specific questions that you needed answered, please comment to this entry and I will answer them.
And to make up for the most disturbing link from yesterday, I give you this:
Llama song! http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php
