girltrouble

Warning! This journal is entirely composed of emotional vomit. If, like myself, you have to much going on in your own life and don't really care for getting involved in other people's drama please move along. I'll try to present with something less selfabsorbed next time.

I have nothing insightful, witty, or profound to share today. School is kicking my ass and this is my way of hiding from it. I wanted to watch TV which, to me, is the most mindless of all activities (if you can call it that) but my options were soap operas, listening to Montel talk about Katrina, Judge Hatchett and something similar, or something in what I thnk was Korean which was possibly about cholesterol or it could have just been about how how yellow dots are more likely to stick to the sides of a passageway than white dots. I have no way of knowing. So I just couldn't do it. This is why I only watch TV for 1 hour a week in the first place. So I'm hiding here instead. Hiding from the reading I'm still trying to catch up on, the three essays I need to write, the errands I was supposed to run yesterday, the laundrey I need to do, the volunteer time I'm supposed to put in this afternoon at my daughters' school, my lack of health insurance because Phil's doesn't kick in until November and the fact that Medicaid has jerked me around for the past two months so my infant is now behind on her immunizations and checkups, and the midterm I have on Monday but haven't yet studied for inpart because I can't access the fucking website with the study guide on it.
So I'm hiding out here among my "friends" none of whom really know me all that well because you are the closest friends I've had since arriving in this here city by the sea not because I'm a loser but because I keep everyone I know at a distance because I don't trust people and the people that have stuck with me over the years live states away. Wow, that was one hell of a run-on sentence... So yeah, I have socially isolated myself both physically and emotionally and it's no one's fault but my own. Shame on me. Or so my therapist says. Oh and I've also had allergies, a sore throat, and a panic attack today. Hurrah.
So there we have it folks. My first appearance in almost two weeks. Aren't we all so glad to see me again.