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hopefulSo, all doctors, parents, motor vehicles, kittens, and weather permitting, I should be coming back for a week or two sometime after February the 9th. I am taking a VACATION HOME. I find that absurd, but necessary for the wellbeing of all doctors, parents, motor vehicles, kittens, laptops, psuedo-boyfriends, friends, and Kaitlins. If I don't get away soon, I am going to have to choke a bitch. And or destroy some valuable property. And then my kitty would have no one to give her cuddles. And Colby would have no one to teach him how to go to the damn grocery store and come back with items necessary for life.
The length of the vacation will be determined by doctors and my very, very limited funds. I can barely even call them funds. They don't deserve a plural. Fund. My tiny fund.
And if you're reading this, you're probably going to get priority on the joy of my presence. I will definitely say that being here has taught me who my friends are. It's been a lonely, lonely time, and the number of people who cared enough to call, once, to send one text message, one myspace message, to show that they missed me, supported me, cared that I dropped off the map... was very few. There were some that I didn't expect. But they have all meant more to me than anyone can know.
After that I am coming back here, hopefully to go to a few more appointments before I can get everything referred back to Birmingham. The only problem with that plan is the matter of the tiny fund. My job at the shop isn't going to cut it now that my child support is gone. I can barely work as it is. Finding a new job is nearly impossible. 'Yes, I'll come in... on the days I can get out of bed. And I promise not to fall asleep at the desk too often. Remember where I left the important files? Um... What were we talking about? Oh you want me to stand for 8 hours? Hehe... right.' I could probably get disability. If I had the 3 months to 2 years to wait on it. So I really don't know what to do about that, yet. I guess I'll try to figure it out. But there's nothing I can do at the moment.
But, hey, at least I'm coming home for a while. ^.^
The length of the vacation will be determined by doctors and my very, very limited funds. I can barely even call them funds. They don't deserve a plural. Fund. My tiny fund.
And if you're reading this, you're probably going to get priority on the joy of my presence. I will definitely say that being here has taught me who my friends are. It's been a lonely, lonely time, and the number of people who cared enough to call, once, to send one text message, one myspace message, to show that they missed me, supported me, cared that I dropped off the map... was very few. There were some that I didn't expect. But they have all meant more to me than anyone can know.
After that I am coming back here, hopefully to go to a few more appointments before I can get everything referred back to Birmingham. The only problem with that plan is the matter of the tiny fund. My job at the shop isn't going to cut it now that my child support is gone. I can barely work as it is. Finding a new job is nearly impossible. 'Yes, I'll come in... on the days I can get out of bed. And I promise not to fall asleep at the desk too often. Remember where I left the important files? Um... What were we talking about? Oh you want me to stand for 8 hours? Hehe... right.' I could probably get disability. If I had the 3 months to 2 years to wait on it. So I really don't know what to do about that, yet. I guess I'll try to figure it out. But there's nothing I can do at the moment.
But, hey, at least I'm coming home for a while. ^.^
anxious