Monday, December 13, 2004

 

There are times...

...and the period from last night through, well, all of today that has occurred is such a time, when I wish that this journal wasn't a therapeutic necessity for me; that any therapy I needed happened as a result of my mother having several family care avenues active and available.
    Whew! Holidays. Bad, bad holidays. Go to your room and stay there until January 2nd.
    Later.

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