Just . . .wow. Maria off playing with friend - I have paper to finish.
Her friend's father is so sick with depression might have to quit
working . . .they are selling house, in big mess, three children. Life
just attacks us sometimes.
I have been back and forth to doctors . . .they are having hard time
figuring out exactly what is going on. But damn, not ready to just lay
down and die yet. Though, do need my mama, or sex, one or the other. .
.. hmmmm, I keep telling maria I am going to get a boyrfriend. It really
is time. At least the desire for romance is not gone.
Okay - off to write great thoughts about postmodern angst and
historiography - maybe.
Rosena
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