Fried out
I’ve been so fried out and frazzled that you would not even believe it. The past few months I have been on a very fine line between “I’m doing good” and screaming and throwing things at walls. It’s not helping my sanity any to sit here in the house and look around and know that if something happens to my dad that … that’s it. I pack up whatever I can manage to fit into a few boxes and tuck it into the trunk of the car and…
And what. I have about $200 I could scrape together and no hope of beingable to get approved for a loan to save my parents house. I can’t even afford an airline ticket to somewhere warm enough to camp out until I could afford rent on a low rent apartment. Forget being able to take my dogs with me. I would have to leave me, mom and dad’s dogs with someone else. The Wookie would last about a week then die of stress.
So, if I don’t seem to be keeping this blog updated, if I seem to have flipped off NaNoWriMo, if I seem to have stopped working on Heir to Magic — I have other things on my mind. I’m trying to think of how I can save my parents house and pounding my head against a wall.
