4:07pm – Depressed as fucking hell

PROVE IT, HERMY……

He just called.  Now, he’s taking a nap on a couch in a waiting room.

I’m depressed, and then, on top of THAT, Carl comes over and slams my front door so hard that it is STUCK SHUT!!!!

What the fuck?  Who can I talk to?  Nobody.

All alone, just like it always winds up.

Get off that soap box!!!!!

So now you cannot stand to be alone for a few hours?  WHAT is wrong with this picture, dear one? That was not our Jack who wrote that above, but whomever it was, know this….

You shall NOT drag Michael with you into your downward spiral!!!!  That is all there is to it.  Michael must prepare himself for the opposite of this situation Sunday.  There will be a number of hours when I cannot take or make telephone calls.  Prepare him well, Jack.  You know what to do, so do it!

Michael, Momma has given everyone an altitude adjustment for you, darling one.

I love you!

Momma