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.
Whew! Holidays. Bad, bad holidays. Go to your room and stay there until January 2nd.
Later.