Then in short order, my mother went crazy and the rain kicked up.

Stuck here another night.

With my mother swinging back and forthbetween bitchy and creative.

Well, she was sane fro two weeks. BBound to happen, really.

I have to leave for work at 10 tomorrow, be there twice as long, and now there is this and also my depression kicked up high last night.

It's a detatched and distannced kind of depression, bu its still thereand pulling me down.

My brain is being bitchy and picky about everything.

Ad throwing things and thoughtlines at me that I cannot handle.

Need to do... something. And manage to do it and be distracted without totally losing the plot so that I can keep stepping in.

And Im, doe. Im gong to stop doing this. Im working on it, Im doing it less. Its stupid, Im stupid. Bitch too much.

burrows and loves and hides