I need someone to get me out of this bored and depressed and freaking lonely funk that I'm in. I mean Mother Night, this is so much less crowded than Vegas.
Apparently it is my curse never to rest. From one world to another and another. At least this time there is reason. My daughter's pain cuts like a blade. Tell me where I can find Surreal SaDiablo.
How long does it take for the layout of this world to make a little sense? Errands can't keep taking this long, I'll never get anything done.
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I'm a horrible mother. I've adjusted to losing years before when I didn't know about him before his arrival, I should be able to do it faster this time now that I do know him.
Okay, I feel like I've become some sort of hermit lately, like I'm paranoid my Dad or uncles will turn up and frown disapprovingly at me. So screw that! Who wants to come out and be a little crazy?
In celebration, Rach and I have made about a billion pies. And by that I mean Rach baked while I provided entertainment and ate whipped cream out of the can.
Oh Hell's Fire, Mother Night and may the Darkness be fucking merciful, do you know how much trouble you're going to be in? I mean really, come on, kidnapping me? Right when I'm supposed to be catching a flight to DC? Forget what my family is going to do, I'm going to kick your damn asses.