I have to pick up my dad from the airport tonight around midnight. He is coming back from Florida. This is nothing exciting to me, nothing vicariously amazing. He is just doing what he wants and if anything he makes me depressed now. That is the truth. In life he makes me depressed and mom and I just wish to be rid of him.
My writing here on this blog just adds to the problem of there being too much to read, doesn’t it.
I have that problem. I want to read a lot but there’s too much to read.
I better wake up on time for work tomorrow and get to the JMP tutorials.
Seems there’s always a problem or two in my life. Wish it could be normal.
Oh yeah time for my psych meds.