i ought to go to bed

This is some dreck that’s been sitting in my drafts folder since last October. Not really sure why. Maybe just so sober me could proofread and edit for drunk me?

(pics & snarky comments added later.)

"In sleep, you are safe from the revolting mechanics of living and being a prey to outrageous fortune." Taylor Caldwell

 

If it’s night, I ought to go to bed. If it’s daytime, I am in bed. and probably ought to get the fuck up. ain’t it funny?

Shared pain is lessened.

Hiya, just call me Mo for maureen. I hope nobody shows up here looking for anything deep or entertaining. I’m not saying it couldn’t happen, but that’s not really the point. I just need somewhere to vent. A lot. And I’d rather it were anonymous. So here I is!

I’ve had a lot of things happen in the last year, especially the last few months, and I don’t deal all that well. There’s apparently only so much that prozac can do, though I usually have a few other things mixed in. (other prescriptions, a few cocktails, several cats, all the usual coping mechanisms.) I am pretty constantly trying to distract myself from actually thinking, because then I stress and freak out and it’s just not pretty. So I’m hoping that actually getting some of it out of my head will help. But I also intend to talk about my kids and cats and stuff I like, all that jazz. No, I don’t really like jazz that much. More of an alternative-rock kinda lady.

As this is a sort of introduction, here are some stats:

me: 30 yrs old.

kids: 2 boys – a preteen and a young teen.

cats: 5 – 2 girls, 3 boys, all fixed, mostly rescued.

location: the great and boring midwest.

status: divorced twice, unemployed, currently living with a boyfriend who frustrates the crap out of me sometimes. a lot.

K, that’s all I can think of at the moment in the way of stats. I’m boring. I do tend to adopt more cats when I’m depressed. So, yeah, I am the crazy cat lady, destined to die alone in a room that smells of cat wee. But they won’t eat me. They love me. Anyway, that’s a myth. Dogs are much more likely to eat their owner if they’re dead.

I have lots to say about a lot of things, I just hope that getting it out there will help me out.

Because, “Shared pain is lessened, shared joy is increased.” Spider Robinson