Go figure.
THIS one I'm hanging on to, and probably it's just a symptom of the bigger disease. Cuz frankly, I'm mad about a whole lot of things.
The boy's released and now staying with his father. Military enrollment? Nah...looking for a job at the moment is what I'm told. It's nice to not be needed? Okay, I'm mad about that one.
And I'm freaking pissed off about this back situation. I did absolutely zilch all weekend--and this morning, because of all that care and healing time, I woke up better? NOT ON A DIME.
I don't deal in something physically getting in my way of doing what I NEED to do very well. And here we go again.....maybe I'm dragging from my yesterdays and this is all fear. Could be.
Could be that I'm making those idiots who decided talking with the newspaper and feeding their need for self-importance my target. I've been known to do things like that.
And I'm way much better at being mad than I am at allowing myself to simply be fearful.
I'm much more well versed at blowing people up than simply allowing people to BE there for me.
Okay. So I'm fearful. LOL
I still wanna blow people up, dagnabbit!
I don't think I'm going to be 'allowed to' though. *grumbling*
Like I need permission? LOL
Ya know--my imagination is very creative. And as much as I can come up with torturous things to do with some folks who didn't play by the rules, so can I come up with a plan for what to do with the information the MRI brings to me if'n I don't like it very much.
G-d NEEDS to remove my brain!
arrrrrggggghhhhhhhh......
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