Can’t tell. Could be both. I’ve changed the sheets on the bed and pillow cases and febreezed everything in the way. I vacuumed twice. I dusted and put up the pig stuff so it’s just not OUT. I started the dishwasher, made tea at 630 am, made mom her coffee. I have swept the hard floors and steam mopped them. I have one load of laundry left. I have cleaned the bathroom and the front and garage doors on the inside. I went and got my mom her meds and smoky treats.
And it’s 3 pm-or I should say it’s ONLY 3 pm. I feel myself trying to crash. I hate this fucking bullshit! I’m over-fucking-emotional yesterday…and today I feel like I can take on the world, put the Reblicans in their rightful idiotic places, cure world hunger, mow the lawn-because NSLM didn’t do it to my liking (cheesus)-and at the same time I feel like I’m made of steel-cold, strong, unbending unless introduced to fire. I feel like I went on auto pilot this morning-yes I’m taking my damn meds, don’t worry. I’m just…I’m just…I’m just here, I guess.
The Bipolat Coaster at its finest-never slowing down to let you catch a breath or get the fuck off the god damn ride!
I gotta pee, but I’m not leaving this prime parking spot at Monkey’s school. Priorities, right? Fuckit. IDGAF anymore. It’s getting easier to isolate myself from even the people I live with. No one notices. *Shrugs* Used to it. Invisible Sass even when her life falls apart. I don’t care anymore. I am ready to pack my shit and vacate this place. It’s not like anyone would really stop me or care. Whatever. I’m over it.
*Drops mic, walks away