It Ain't Going To Be Easy...

But somehow, I have to manage to make the call to WFHM and try to get more time.  I don't know how, why, whatever...not to mention - there still needs to be a call to mom.  I just get violently ill thinking about it.  And why shouldn't I?  Man, I know the history.  I know what's gone on and what happened when and why I felt a certain way and this and that and another.  And it's all still a blur.  And through all that, along with the Unity One crap...basically broke all the time anyway.  Can you imagine that shit?  With the exception of Shelly's birthday, which didn't even include a present...now that shit is just FUCKED up.