Friday, May 22, 2009
Hand Grenade Pins In Every Line
Every sad story I hear or read makes me cry. I’m not a crier. I don’t do crying. And yet here I am crying at home makeovers. Blog posts. News stories about budget cuts.
Plus I’ve come to the end of my hydrocodone supply and unless I drive my car into a tree I don’t anticipate getting another refill, the last two prescriptions were a gift from the doctor who chose to let me slide.
I’m so tired and worn out. I just want to throw it all away.