Today’s plan is to go to my father’s and then leave as quickly as possible. I am hoping that he doesn’t need any refills on his medications as that will slow the leaving process. He does need to get more baby aspirin.
I texted my therapist today to remind her to check her mail as there are two letters from me. I sent them early this week and they should have arrived by now. I also sent her a pre-birthday message. I couldn’t help myself. I forgot to wish her a happy birthday yesterday while we were talking. If I did, I probably still will text her anyways. Hehehe. The stupid yapping dog is out on the porch. I hate yappy dogs.
I made coffee and had breakfast of potatoes and toast. It was all I was in the mood to make. I really wanted to make pancakes but that takes a lot of work. I might make them for lunch. I haven’t had pancakes in a long time. I make them from scratch. Maybe I will make oatmeal ones.
I haven’t heard from my friend, not that I am expecting it this early. This is the second person that blocked me on Facebook. I say good riddance. I don’t need her drama in my life anymore. I hope she stays gone. I still am upset about it because she needs help more than I do. Or I should say, that I am already seeking help and she is not. She has serious problems. I used to feel bad for her, now I could care less.
I haven’t written anything toward my book since Sunday night. I might write another bout of depression and what it feels like as I haven’t written about that in a while. I wish that stupid dog would shut the fuck up. Last night, there were airplanes going around my house so I couldn’t nap. Now there is a fucking dog that won’t shut up. He doesn’t sound happy that he is outside and is yapping to go inside. I hate the owners more than the dog. I miss living on a dead end street sometimes. It was nice and quite in my basement apartment. I didn’t hear anything. It was cool, dark, and perfectly quiet to snooze whenever. But I don’t live there anymore. Course, I was working all the time so that didn’t make time for snoozing. Since being on disability, I have had more naps during the day than at any other point in my adult life. I try not to snooze but sometimes I have to because I get up so early. I woke up a few times today before six. Going back to sleep is always the hardest.
I am hoping to take a writing class the end of the month. It all depends on my finances, and if there is still room to take a seat. There are 12 spots so I am hoping the class doesn’t get filled. It is a class on how to edit and then create more writing. It sounds perfect for me. I have an essay that I want to bring to work on. It is the blog on love/hate that I keep submitting to the New York Times. My pdoc says you have to try at least 300 times to get noticed. So I have been sending emails at least twice a week. I have the time to send it more times than that but I don’t want to end up getting blocked so I figure a few times a week is good and then I will up the anti.
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