What Day Is It?
Gahhd. It's Sunday. Sundays always depress me. I've been fighting a headache, and trying to get pumped up enough to go down and visit Mom and Dad today. Fact is, it takes me soo much emotional energy to go there now, but I miss home so badly every day. When I go there, though, it's not "home" like I knew it, because it's changed so much with all of the pain, illness and heartache. Once again, I guess it is totally true "You Can't Go Home Again." It's sad. So I got the house clean, went out and attempted to socialize with friends, came home and crashed out, woke up and cooked lunch for Mr. J. Now, still trying to eyeball the tax problem, and I dread it with every inch of my body (and that's a friggin lot!) Oh well. "What Day Is It?" I wish we didn't have to know that, what is this ridiculous concept of time we have scratched out for ourselves anyway? If we wanted to be slaves, we have certainly put ourselves in that positio...