It's Comming Down

I'm a thousand miles away, but swear to God you still look pretty... -- Hey There Delilah, The White T's (I think...)

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I spend so much time trying to get the house under control. I'm tired of all this fighting with the world around me, and I just want to be able to go home and sit down and relax... Hopefully soon. Hopefully. I haven't really been at work all week, and probably wont be until Sunday, but that's that. I've got to get this stuff under control, and if it's still blistering, I'm just going to have to suck it up and bite the bit and work, because, let's face it, life in California takes more money than it had anywhere else.

I'd like to take a moment to say thank you to my parents for being constant encouragement. Just hearing your voices makes me feel so very much better; you really have no idea.
Also, thank you to all of those friends who have been with me from the beginning... well, those who have been with me the longest, because I think my longest friendships only started 8 years ago. Anyway, thanks.

I've got so much to do, but so little patience, and so little money... I think I'm getting sick of being stuck in a catch-22.