Monday, April 14, 2008

I wish

I wish it were that easy Sunny.

To live my own life.

I was for almost 5 years.

But circumstances, some beyond my control, and a mother wonderful at emotional blackmail changed things. the only freedom I find is at work, when Boss Jerry isn't there, and here online in the wee hours when everyone else is in bed.

Things have been a bit different this week though. Mom walked the dogs...once. And she kept up on dishes so there wasn't a pile Sunday. She far from being cripple, and can do far more than she lets on to other people. That really kind of rubs me the wrong way.

Work is going ok, I guess. Though Boss Jerry has stuck his nose into my room more than usual this past week. What is up with that? It gave me a new appreciation for Supervisor Rob.

Nothing much else to report. I have to get back to working on my short story, but my heart hasn't been into it recently. I have been writing poetry again, so there is that much.

I'm going to go walk the dogs and lay down for a few hours before I have to get that brother of mine up for work. That sucks. I'd rather just go to bed.

1 comment:

Jean-Luc Picard said...

Throw an alarm clock in his room....extra loud!