Wednesday, March 23, 2011
footnote on yesterday's post
i'm still trying to deal with hearing my very sick brother cry from prison. and i'm still trying to deal with how emotional it feels inside of my head ALL THE TIME.
i'm still trying to deal with our unemployment and why i feel like he isn't doing more to find work when i'm not looking. how selfish is that? i know that we're okay with unemployment but i want to get the hell out of here. i want to make a home somewhere else, preferably near family, but i have just had enough of san diego and all the yuckiness around it right now. i want a yard where there's room for plants and veggies. i want a yard for pookie and i to sunbathe in. i want a street outside my door that doesn't have cars that are going 50 miles an hour and where i don't have to listen to the drunks at the am/pm on the corner. am i asking too much? well, i beat myself up for wanting more than i have right now. i hate the talking in my head.
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