Many, many things are going on in my life right now - my four fiends, work (yes, apparently the fiends like food and vast quantities of it) moving and a few obstacles that I didn't expect. Trying to find a place to think at my house doesn't happen. Nope, not even the bathroom - my fiends think "Hey, Mom is sitting I should go nag her to death on this."
So when I get a moment, I try to think of the things I should be thinking then I get sidetracked because:
A: I'm old.
B: I'm tired.
C: Do I really give a fuck?
Am I really at that age? I think I've hit that stage, where I think to myself, why the hell am I wasting my time? I gotta get this kid a cracker or he's gonna go apeshit on me. No, you may not go out at 10pm on a school night because your girlfriend called. No, that bag is not too gay for dance class. No, launching yourself over the yard duty teacher is not cool.
Believe it or not, this shit is important - the things I used to think were important, are in fact not.
