More than my font is blue

 

Everyone is kinda down in the dumps today.  We’d be pretty killer at a party right now, I tell ya.  Oh, I’m sorry.  We’d kill the party.  That’s what I meant!

 

Tiffany called earlier, and she said, among other things, that she doesn’t think “Mom” or I are “as crazy as you want people to think you are”.  That’s not the first time I’ve heard that.  She sounded like Mary Helen and Nanny.  Oh well.   I never thought she’d sound like one of them.  Another reason to be depressed.

 

I want Lola here for a few days again, but we have no way to get to her and pick her up until Monday.  If she has a few days clear then, maybe we can work something out.  Monday is payday, after all.

 

I just want to go to sleep for about a year.  Maybe life will work itself out while I’m asleep.  Don’t be scared….I know I can’t do that.  Even if I could, I wouldn’t.  What good would it do, anyway?  My problems would still be waiting for me when I woke up.  They’re persistent little fuckers!

 

I have absolutely nothing useful to say, so I’m going to wind down the entry now.  I hope everyone has had a good day.

 

Love,

 

Betty Louise